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flightlessangelwings · 4 months

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Late Nights

Neighbor!Steven Grant x gn!reader

Word count- 1.8k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), accidental voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, unprotected sex, praise, feelings, protective!Steven,fluff, no use of y/n

Notes- This check two things: part of my neighbor Steven Grant series and a box (praise kink) for @moonknight-events Bingo. And tho it's part of a series, I wrote all the parts so that they can stand on their own. This as been in my wips for so long and I'm so happy to finally have written it!! I've missed our dear Steven too! Enjoy!

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It was late, and Steven should have fallen asleep hours ago. Yet, he laid wide awake, his mind racing as he fiddled with his rubik's cube. Steven just couldn’t seem to get you out of his mind. He thought about you all day long- while he was at work, he wondered if you would like the exhibits he worked around. On the days he was lucky to pass you in the hallway on his way to his door, the image of your bright smile stayed with him well into the night. Even when he was in bed, Steven couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have you there with him, nuzzled in his arms.

He felt too nervous to make the first move, though.

But, a sound from the other side of the wall made Steven gasp- it was you. He heard you whimper and he immediately shot upright as his mind raced. Should he go over to you? Were you just having a nightmare? Or did something happen and you needed him?

As Steven pondered the options, he heard you cry out again, louder this time. His breath caught in his throat as you whined again, but this time it was different. Steven was sure he heard his name.

“I’m coming, love,” he whispered to himself as he jumped out of bed and grabbed the spare key you gave him in case of emergencies.

Steven scrambled to his door and his hands trembled as he opened it. Bolting the short distance to your door, he gritted his teeth as he unlocked your door and burst inside in a rush. Shutting the door behind him, Steven ran across the space to your bed, scared that he would find you hurt or in trouble.

But, what he found instead froze him in his tracks.

You were sprawled out on your bed, one hand cupping your chest, pinching your own nipple and the other between your legs. Your eyes were shut as your hand worked to pleasure yourself and you were lost in bliss until the sound of your name in Steven’s voice made your eyes snap open.

“Steven…” you gasped as you locked eyes with him.

The world felt like it was on fire, and as much as Steven knew he should leave, having caught you in a private and intimate moment, he couldn’t make himself move. It was as if you enthralled him, freezing him to the spot where he stood.

And you were flustered, covering yourself with the sheet as you realized you were so loud that you caught Steven’s attention. But, the way he looked at you made your heart pound. More than being embarrassed that he caught you pleasuring yourself, you felt your skin burn at the thought that he heard you cry out his name while he did so.

It felt like an eternity where neither of you moved, both too unsure of what to do or say to ease the tension in the room. It was Steven who finally moved first, though.

“I-I’m so sorry,” he stuttered as he covered his eyes and turned away, “I should go.”

“Wait,” you replied out of reflex.

Steven turned back to face you, his jaw tight and his eyes burning into your figure on the bed.

“Stay,” you whispered in a soft tone as you sat up and dropped the sheet, “Please stay,” your voice shook as your nerves overtook you, but you figured it was now or never.

He swallowed hard as his hands trembled, “Are- are you sure?” He sounded just as nervous.

“I’m sure,” you replied in a hushed tone as you kicked the sheet away, exposing yourself completely to him.

Steven felt his skin warm as he suddenly felt overdressed. He felt like he was in a dream, but if he was, he didn’t want to wake up. Moving before he realized it, he crossed the rest of the space and leaned forward, placing his hands on the foot of your bed. “Are you sure about this, love?” he asked again in a low tone as his eyes drank you in.

“Yes,” you breathed without hesitation.

Both of you were nervous, it was a bold move and uncharted territory for each of you. But, the need overtook the nerves. Slowly, Steven reached out for you, cupping your face tenderly in his hand. You let out the breath you held as you leaned into his touch. As his thumb brushed across your cheek, Steven also exhaled, “You’re so lovely.”

Your mouth parted as you gasped softly. Mirroring his action, you reached for him, grabbing his shirt and yanking him closer until your lips crashed together. Muffled groans echoed between you as you instantly deepened the kiss, and Steven’s hands roamed all over your bare figure. As you kissed him deeply, you tugged at his shirt, motioning for him to take it off.

“Let me see you too, Steven,” you whispered.

Steven let out a short laugh before he broke away to do as you asked. This time, it was your turn to gawk as your eyes roamed across his chest. You had always found him attractive from the moment you first met, but to see him shirtless before you made your heart flip in your chest.

“Wow…” you breathed.

He giggled nervously, “Wow to you too, darling,” he quipped.

That made you laugh as you pulled him close again, “Touch me, Steven,” you murmured as you guided him to crawl onto the bed so that he hovered over you.

Resting on your back, you looked up at Steven as his arms framed your face. The two of you froze again as you locked eyes, but this time it didn’t last. Steven was the first to move as he leaned forward and kissed you, taking the lead this time. His kiss was slow and soft, but you moaned into him as you felt his emotions in the kiss.

His hands roamed all over your body, running up and down your sides before cupping your chest. You broke the kiss to let out a louder moan as his hands ran across your nipples while he kneaded your chest.

“Steven…” you whimpered as you arched your back.

Encouraged by your moans, Steven’s hand ran down your body until one dipped between your legs. You gasped when you felt a finger at your entrance, making him pause.

“Keep going… please…” you begged.

“Can’t say no to you, love,” Steven smirked before he slowly pushed a finger into you and started to gently thrust in and out.

Your mouth dropped open as you cried out, “Steven… Feels so good…”

His eyes darkened at your words, and he couldn’t help but pick up his pace before he added a second finger, “You’re exquisite, darling.”

All you could do was moan as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, coating them in your slickness as he did so. His fingers filled you more than your own could, yet you still craved more. “Steven…” you pleaded, “Please… Need you…” you choked on your words, flustered at just how desperate you were.

“Shit love,” he breathed, astonished that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

Carefully, Steven pulled his fingers out of you before he pushed his pants down to free his cock. His heart fluttered in his chest as your hungry eyes landed on his hardened length. Slowly, you peeled your eyes away and up his body, soaking in every inch of his skin before you met his gaze. Heat rose in the room as the two of you locked eyes, and the unspoken question lingered in the air.

Swallowing hard, you nodded, answering without the words needed.

Steven whispered your name as he positioned himself at your entrance, crawling over you as the tip pushed in. Both of you gasped as he started to fill you, and you both clung to the other as your heat engulfed him inch by inch until he was completely sheathed inside you.

“Fuck, Steven,” you murmured, “You feel so good,” you couldn’t help but moan as you wrapped your arms around him, “Fuck me… Please…”

He breathed a soft, “Fuck,” in your ear as his hips moved on their own.

Moans and groans filled the room as Steven’s hips rocked against yours. What started as clumsy and unsure quickly morphed into hot and desperate as Steven thrust his hips faster.

“Yes… Steven… So good… Feels so good,” you babbled in his ear as you dug your nails into the skin of his back, desperate to feel him as close as possible.

His eyes rolled back into his head as he felt his climax already start to build. Between how good you felt and the babbling praise that flowed from your lips, he knew he wasn’t going to last. “Fuck… Darling…”

You let out a loud gasp as he thrust as deep as he could into you, hitting that sweet spot with precision, “Fuck!” you screamed, “Right there!” you opened your eyes as he paused in that moment, “You’re beautiful, Steven,” you whispered.

“Not as beautiful as you, love,” he smirked back before his hips took over again, thrusting into you with abandon.

The cries you let out echoed in the room, and both of you were sure the other neighbors could hear you but neither of you cared. All that mattered to each of you was the other, and the climaxes you both desperately chased. Incoherent babbling dripped from your lips in between your moans until you screamed even louder as your peak hit.

“That’s it, love,” Steven wasn’t sure where that came from, but as he talked you through your climax, he found it turned him on even more, “Lovely,” he preened as he felt you clench around him as you came hard, “Fuck…” he stuttered as his own orgasm hit right after yours. Steven groaned your name as he spilled himself inside of you, and he clung to you just as much as you did to him as he rode out both your climaxes together.

Completely spent and out of breath, Steven collapsed down on top of you, clumsily pulling out of you as he did so. He only relaxed for a moment, though; after hearing you gasp, he shot right back up onto his elbows to check on you, “Are you alright, love?” he asked with worry as he cradled your face.

Keeping your eyes closed, you smiled and leaned into his touch, “Never better,” you replied in a hushed tone before you kissed his palm, “That was better than how my night started,” you added with a chuckle.

Steven’s face lit up as he leaned forward and gently kissed your forehead, “I agree,” he whispered with a laugh of his own.

“Stay with me, tonight?” you asked in a meek tone.

“Anything for you, love,” Steven replied as he made himself comfortable and the two of you tangled your limbs in each other, curled up and safe in the other’s arms.

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joyful-soul-collector · 1 year

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Eclectic Ensemble

Pairing: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, and Jake Lockley x gn!reader (reader wears slightly more masculine clothing but other than that it's pretty neutral)

Summary: Reader decides they're going to ask the moon boys out on a date. Things do not go perfectly to plan

Tags: SFW, asking out, neighbors to lovers (is that a tag??), swearing, uhhh reader is a major fucking dork who talks to their cat like it can understand them, no TWs it's all fluff

Wordcount: 1288

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You couldn’t figure out why you couldn’t stop thinking about him. You’d had crushes before, and those were tolerable, you would daydream, but you’d snap back to reality at some point, and go about your day like normal.

With the man across the hall though… that was something else entirely.

You tried to convince yourself it was just the mystery of him, the fact that he seemed to have three different accents depending on the day, how one day he’d be cheerful and awkward while the other he’d be suave or stand-offish or nervous.

But you couldn’t convince yourself of that, because even after he explained to you that he had DID and was not in fact a method actor of some kind, you still found yourself fascinated by him despite the mystery being solved.

Fascinated by all three of them honestly.

You’d talked to each of them in the hall before, learned things about them, even visited Steven at the museum a couple days ago. That’s what started it honestly, you’d chatted for hours after he got off work, each of them periodically switching out to have turns to speak with you. Sitting next to them by the fountain, rambling on about anything and everything as the sky grew darker and darker, it was the most fun you’d had in ages. And by the end of the night, with the way you couldn’t seem to shake the thoughts of them, you’d think you were in love with all three of them.

Which is also part of the reason you were so nervous to be doing this.

You folded the collar of your dress shirt down, sighing at your reflection in the mirror on your closet door.

“What do you think? Too much?” You turned to look at your cat, who was sitting on your desk, not at all minding that she was wrinkling all your papers. She stared at you for a moment, then licked her paw. “Yeah. Too much.”

There’s no way they’ll say yes, you thought as you unbuttoned your shirt. Even if one of them likes me back, what’re the chances the other two will be willing to date me if they don’t like me? Even lower chances that two of them will be interested, and definitely not all three of them. This is such an awful idea, why the hell am I doing this?

As you were undoing the third button you heard someone walking down the hall outside your front door. Normally this wouldn’t be cause for alarm, but you recognized the voice drawing closer and closer.

“Yeah, I know it’s your turn to choose dinner tonight, but I’m just saying, could you maybe not go wild with the hot sauce this time? You always do that and then leave me and Steven to deal with the stomachache after--”

A voice speaking in Spanish cut him off, and you would’ve started laughing if the panic hadn’t seized you right in that moment.

They weren’t supposed to be home this early! You were supposed to have another hour to get ready, to rehearse what you wanted to say, to work up enough courage!

You didn’t even stop to think about what you were doing because you could hear them getting out their keys, and if you didn’t do it now you weren’t sure you ever would. So you sprinted to your front door and flung it open.

There stood the man you’d been waiting for. It was clear that Steven was the one who dressed them that day, wearing his oversized clothes, but the perpetually frowning face 100% belonged to Marc right now. He glanced over his shoulder at you.

“Oh, hey Y/N! How’re y--” He cut off as he fully turned around to see you, and it was only then that you remembered exactly what you were wearing.

Not only was your shirt halfway unbuttoned, but you were wearing a rather old tank top underneath it, your bedhead was not the hot kind, you didn’t have any shoes or socks on, and of course, you were wearing a pair of fluffy blue pajama pants covered in cat fur.

Marc was clearly trying not to smile, but it wasn’t working very well, and for a moment you were glad for it, as Marc seemed to smile the least out of the three.

“I uh--Well I--Okay I was going to ask you something,” you said with an embarrassed laugh, running a hand through your hair as a nervous habit, but also just to try and get it under control a bit. “But just--Just hang on, lemme put on actual clothes--”

“Pfft, you’re fine, we don’t care about that, you should see the things Marc tries to make us go out in some days,” Jake said, his Spanish accent replacing Marc’s American one. “He would wear pajamas to work if me and Steven didn’t stop him. Go head, what’s up?”

You stared at him for a second, and in that moment you remembered exactly why you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about them.

Because no matter who was talking to you, each of them had that same soft look in their eye. The one that made you feel instantly better after an awful day, that made you smile when you were worried, that made you feel like you could be yourself in a way no one else did.

The one that didn’t care at all how disheveled you looked right now, only about the question you wanted to ask him.

“Do you wanna go out sometime? Maybe for coffee?” you said. Jake blinked, and immediately his demeanor changed, his head tilting to the side as fidgety fingers rose up to touch the strap of his bag.

“You mean, like a date?” Steven said in his British accent. “You’re asking us out? All of us?”

You nodded and suddenly felt like looking anywhere but at their face, running a hand nervously through your hair again.

“You uh, you guys can think about it of course, you don’t have to answer right--”

“We’d love to,” Steven interrupted. You looked up to find him smiling brightly at you, the excitement so evident in him he practically glowed.

“Really? ‘We’ as in, all three of you?”

“Yes, yeah, er, well we've been meaning to for a while really, we wanted to ask you at the fountain the other day but… I dunno, we weren’t sure you liked any of us that way, much less all three of us.”

You gave a small laugh and leaned your arm up on the door frame, shaking your head.

“I honestly don’t know how I couldn’t like all three of you. Really it’s a surprise that all three of you like me.”

You gestured pointedly to your rather comical outfit, and Steven laughed.

“I dunno,” he said, tilting his head and gazing at your eclectic ensemble. “It’s kind of cute, in a messy sort of way. Jake and Marc think so too.”

“Oh? Well maybe I’ll wear this on our date then.”

He laughed again, and you chatted for a few more minutes, long enough to set up a coffee date for Sunday, before Jake said he needed to get started on dinner (much to Steven and Marc’s annoyance).

Once you were back on your flat with the door closed behind you, you punched the air with triumph, letting out a laugh of both relief and excitement.

“YES, yes yes yes! Fuck yeah!”

Your cat stared at you with her head cocked as you did a victory lap around your living room, before returning to licking her fur, and you liked to imagine she silently believed in you all along.

THE END

If you made it this far, congratulations, you have read the first x reader fic I have ever written lol. Lemme know what you think, I hope you enjoyed!

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myfandomlikesandstories · 8 months

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Need You Now

Marc Spector x GN reader

Genre: fluff, hurt comfort

Summary: Need You Now by Lady Antebellum songfic. You and Marc have been thinking about each other late at night, and you decide to phone him.

Warnings: Marc drinking

Word count: 1437

It was late at night, and you were half sitting half lying on your couch with your phone. You were scrolling through pictures of a guy you were seeing, Marc Spector.

It was an on and off thing, no hard feelings, but you two just... Saw each other. On occasion. You would go on a date, have a wonderful time, and not find any time to meet again for a few weeks.

After a particularly long time, about 5 weeks in which you didn't meet and barely spoke, a date was finally scheduled. Marc showed up looking tired, sad and guilty. He apologized for not being able to meet up, and for not calling.

He said he didn't understand why you wouldn't just ghost him, and why you even agreed to see him now. If he were any other person, things would have been different. You wouldn't just "talk" to someone with no commitment for so long, you had standards.

But there was just something about him. There was something relentless about this Marc guy, you felt as if your life would be totally different if you just left. That was silly, just a weird gut feeling but you didn't dismiss it. No harm no foul, right?

You thought of calling him. Obviously you shouldn't, it was 1 AM, but honestly? You missed him. It was stupid. He wouldn't pick up. He'd think you're weird. Clingy. He'd brush you off and ghost you for good.

Did he think of you as much as you thought of him? Nah, can't be. He would have made a move by now, or at least try to talk to you more. You never even cross his mind, that's why he doesn't call. Shame that for you, it happened all the time.

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Marc Spector poured yet another shot of whiskey into a glass and swallowed it immediately. He wondered why wouldn't he drink straight from the bottle, no reason bothering with a glass. He wondered many things that night, like why couldn't he take his eyes off the door? He felt the urge to just rip it open and run into the night.

"Shouldn't be drinking anyway," he grumbled as he poured another shot. Steven would nag him for it all day. Marc had agreed to work something out with Steven over his drinking problem. He said he'd only drink if he was feeling absolutely miserable... Which was most of the time. But tonight was truly spectacular in that field.

He couldn't get you off his mind. Did he really wish to disappear in the cold night air, or did he just want to hear a knock? He wished with all his might to see a text from you pop up on his phone. You texted him, once, when he was having a particularly bad day. He never felt relief like that in his life. It was like a ray of warm sunshine burst through the cloud over his head. It made him feel special, honestly. That YOU chose to talk to HIM. He reaaaally wanted you to just sweep in and save him from himself. In a back corner of his mind, he realized he wanted you to love him.

"It's weird to think that about someone," he dismissed himself. No way you thought about him, certainly not like that, certainly not at 1:15 in the morning! "I need to get a grip." He sighed. "And to stop talking to yourself." Marc thought, and rested his head on the table.

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You sighed anxiously, finger hovering over the call button. You were thinking too much and too little at the same time. Your head was flooded with the impossible possibility of Marc returning your affection, and so you managed to completely forsake the idea to text him first. Never mind. "It's now or never," you told yourself and called.

The ring roused Marc from his drunken half sleep on his kitchen table, and he sprang to his feet, stumbling and falling as he tried to reach his phone on the counter. He would have felt insanely ridiculous if it were anyone else calling, and would berate himself endlessly. Luckily, it was you.

"Hello?"

"Hi! Marc! Sorry, did I wake you?"

"No, no, don't worry, you didn't. Um, how are you?"

"I'm alright, thank you. How are you?"

"I'm fine," he lied. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, sorry, I didn't expect you to actually pick up."

"Well, I'm here. Why'd you call?"

"Uh, well, I was wondering if you're free sometime this week? Maybe tomorrow?"

Marc was a little surprised, both by the whole situation of his damn wish coming true, and by you asking to see him again.

"Yes, yeah, I am. Is 7 PM okay?"

"Yeah! Perfect, thank you. I'm sorry I called this late," you apologized, but the triumph was present in your voice. "See you then!"

"Yeah, goodnight." He said.

"Goodnight."

None of you hung up, and a few moments passed. Just before you ended the call, you heard Marc's voice again.

"Wait!" He pleaded, louder than he meant. He would have never done this sober.

"Yeah?"

"Could you please stay on the line?" He asked timidly. It was really unlike him, but he couldn't let you go.

"Of course." You reassured. He sounded a bit panicked. "Are you okay, though?"

"Uhh," he hesitated. He obviously couldn't tell you he was sad and drunk and thinking about you and praying that you'd call, right? That'd be creepy. Why was he even talking to you? He tried to stop himself before, saying that you don't need him in your life. He's bad for you, he's a burden, you shouldn't be near him. He felt guilty for being with you and felt guilty for leaving. Without you, he felt his heart was so empty it could stop. He'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all, he guessed.

"Marc? You there?"

"I'm sorry."

"Hey, it's alright, everything is okay." You registered something was really wrong. "I'm here. You can tell me. I'm worried about you."

Marc was shocked. Did he hear you right? You were worried about him? He gulped. He didn't want you to worry. You told him once you liked it when people are open about their emotions. Here goes nothing.

"Um, yeah, no, uh, I'm... Not doing so great. I'm sorry. I'm pretty drunk. Hehe, I actually kinda faceplanted while running to pick up the phone," he said and ran a hand over his face. His voice sounded very sad suddenly. "I don't want to be alone."

You heard him take a sharp, shaky breath.

"I need you."

You breathed deeply. "I'm sorry, Marc."

Here it comes, he braces himself for impact.

You decided taking risks was working for you tonight. "I'll be at your place in 15 minutes?"

Marc was stunned. "Really?"

"I just need to throw together a bag, I'll stay the night with you, yeah?"

"Thank you," he said, shocked and grateful.

"Just hang in there." You said and ended the call, going to pack yourself an overnight bag and drive over to his place.

Marc's head was spinning now, and he sat down.

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15 minutes later, you knocked on his door. Marc went to open it and was greeted by the sight of you in your pajamas, holding a small backpack. You dropped it on the floor inside the apartment and when the door was closed behind you, you engulfed Marc in your arms.

He rested his head on your shoulder, breathing you in and holding you close. You tightened your grip around him and rubbed his back.

"Thank you for coming." He said quietly. "I'm sorry."

You let go of him, and a wave of pain washed through his bones. Instead of walking away, you took his face in your hands.

"You have nothing to apologize for, dear. Thank you for letting me help you."

He looked at you with his now wet, puppy dog brown eyes, grateful and utterly confused by your kindness, and pulled you into a hug again.

You stayed that way for a minute or two, and broke apart only to get into his bed together and cuddle. You pulled his head to your chest, and he snuggled happily into the crook of your neck as he wrapped his heavy arms (and a leg) around your body. You held him close, kissed his forehead and his hairline, and he planted a few soft kisses on your neck and chest. You didn't know what you would do without one another. Tomorrow would be good, you knew so.

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lucxiii · 1 year

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Please You | Steven Grant x GN! Reader

A/N: I would like to thank my touch-starved ass for conjuring this idea at 3 am. Enjoy!

Synopsis: You want to please Steven real good

WC - 1,240

Content: NSFW | explicit | 18+, language, blowjobs, deepthroating, face-fucking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cum eating and swallowing, Steven moaning and groaning and grunting and whimpering because you make him feel really really good

EDIT 1/17/2023 • THIS FIC IS UNFINISHED. Hello everyone, by this update it has been a very long time since I have touched this draft of mine and after a moment of thinking I have decided to post it. This has been a fic i've been working on since the spring of 2022 and I no longer bear the will to finish it (THIS CAN CHANGE.) Out of the countless drafts in my dead blog, I thought I should get at least one work out there and this is it. Any form of feedback is greatly appreciated. Lastly, thank you very much and please enjoy.

EDIT 3/?/2023 • Proper ending.

EDIT 3/21/2023 • Formatting/layout changes.

“Fuck, Steven…” You breathe out with a grin just before Steven’s tongue darts out and presses gently between your lips, sliding in and savoring the sacred taste of you with adoration. Arousal levels high enough to compete with the esteemed Eiffel Tower, you teasingly suck on Steven’s tongue as you would on a cherry lollipop and this causes him to unintentionally buck his hips towards you, his erection pressing hard against your thigh. Pulling away with a string of saliva on the edge of his tongue connecting to your lips, he stares at you with a dazed and ecstatic expression. An expression that has arousal coursing through your veins.

“Sweetheart, you’re a tease…” Steven’s hands move from their place on your hips to around your waist, pulling your body closer and slowly pressing you harder against him. You’re very well aware of what he’s doing; making sure you know just how hard you get him- how you get blood rushing to his cock with anticipation to achieve paradise tonight. And that’s exactly what you plan on giving him.

“And you love me for it.” You waste no time latching your lips right back on Steven’s, the two of you devouring each other in a desperate attempt to satisfy the soaring dopamine in your bloodstreams and doing so just for the pleasure of it. Clawing yet soothing your waist at the same time, Steven’s hot tongue pushes past your lips with ease and you take the opportunity to sloppily lick at his tongue with the same fervor. Grinding down on Steven with a steady pace, you take hold of his strong jaw with both hands- your fingers splayed on his warm cheeks- and your tongue tenaciously fights to explore his wet cavern. Unwillingly backing away once more to allow the pair of you to take in well-needed breaths of air, his lust-dilated pupils swallowing your gaze, Steven licks his saliva-coated lips and the sight makes you roll your hips hard.

Gasping, Steven’s chocolate brown eyes threaten to screw shut from the pleasure as he thrusts upwards at your clothed entrance, “Of course I do, love. All…” Letting out a moan of your own from the press of Steven’s throbbing cock against your clothed core, he reaches his left hand out from its place clawing at your waist to get a tight grasp on the back of your head and pulls you in towards his luscious lips in a tenacious kiss. “Of…” savoring your delicious taste as one would do to prolong a sacred experience as long as possible, Steven begins to leisurely trail his kisses to the edge of your mouth and your hands slide down to feel his broad shoulders with soothing adoration. Not wanting to have his mouth leave yours yet, you follow in retaliation as you hungrily swipe your tongue between his lips- but with his own persistent intentions to please you, he fights until you give in with a soft scoff of faint disappointment. Exploring further at your jaw and letting out satisfied hums at your hitched breaths, Steven’s desperate wet kisses are then aimed at your neck, turning sloppier by the second as he laps at your skin and you struggle to keep the moans that spill for your lips at a controlled level. A smug smirk displayed on his Greek god-like features, your lover finishes his statement in a hushed whisper, “You.”

Before you can even fully comprehend the words that leave his mouth due to being consumed by the overwhelming pleasure, Steven leans forward to bury his face in your neck and hungrily mouths the plush skin with such intensity that has you tilting your head back, offering him more to devour, offering more of yourself. “Oh, mmmh! Right there,” you feel as if you’re about to have a sensory overload, you can feel your cheeks burn as hot breaths escape your mouth- your entire body, from your curling toes to your clammy fingertips- burning, especially down there. The occasional subtle groans of Steven as you continuously grind your ass against his pulsing cock is music to your ears as your noises are to his, it’s an erotic melody- a duet between two lovers.

“Do you like that, sweetheart? Am I making you feel good? Huh?” Definitely. Steven is already very well aware of how much pleasure he’s bringing you and that makes him throb. A proper verbal reply isn’t needed from you, your low moans and whimpers are enough of a confirmation for him to know he’s hitting all the right spots. To make it even more literal, just as he continues leaving sloppy kisses at your neck- he precisely slides his tongue across your pulse and you can’t resist the tightening of your legs on his lap- from the pleasures of his mouth and the feel of his cock pressed at your entrance, the only thing between your intertwining figures being your clothes. Knowing he’s just hit one of the spots that render you into a state of ignorant bliss, Steven breathily chuckles whilst his left arm dives back down to wrap around your waist and his hand slides up the curve of your back.

“Steven- Oh, fuck…” You bring a hand to his scalp- fingers intertwining into his dark locks, and subtly pull him away from nipping at your neck as you struggle to prevent yourself from just collapsing right back onto him. Bringing his head up, Steven takes gentle hold of your hand within his own calloused ones, and presses the palm of it against his flushed cheeks as he levels himself to meet your gaze. And god- his eyes meet yours as if you’re the only source of life in his void of nothingness.

The atmosphere in the spacious living room of your flat screams sex, the heat emitting from within your bodies and shared shallow breaths between the two of you are a clear indication. Fortunately with your flat on the fourth and last floor (yet not so fortunate in other various situations) of the building complex, there is no chance for prying eyes to see the two of you in such a compromising position, besides the presence of the ivory moon in the clear night sky to adorn the pair of you with the soft glow of moonlight. Shuffling back on Steven’s lap to leave space between the two of you, you grab the hem of your oversized sweatshirt- Steven’s sweatshirt that you bought him and not so secretly stole- and slowly begin lifting, revealing your warm skin to the gaze of Steven as you bask in the air rushing to kiss your body.

“So beautiful… I just want to feel you…” Steven trails off.

#steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant x gn!reader #steven grant x gender neutral reader #steven grant smut #moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight x you #moon knight x gn!reader #moon knight x gender neutral reader #moon knight smut

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ser-rctslcyer · 2 years

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I Need Your Voice || Jake Lockely

Pairing: Jake Lockey x Gender-neutral! Reader

Word Count: 841

Synopsis: Day 8 + Voice Kink + Creampie

Warnings: NSFW, Voice Kink, Teasing, Orgasm Delay, Creampie

A/N: These are 18+ works, so no minors(you will be blocked)!! Also if you have a blank blog or no age/age range listed I will also block!!!

Groups of friends and different families' laughs and cheers echo into the night; softly heard from the secluded place Jake had parked.

Not too far from the streets but just enough to be hidden in the shadows of the buildings; undisturbed. The seats squeaked quietly with each roll of your hips; your soft moans sounded nearly like shouts with how quiet it was. He had promised you a fun night out, which it was; filled with nothing but joyous laughter and the feelings of a warm heart, you couldn’t say you hadn’t been enjoying yourself. It wasn’t until the two of you were heading to the car, you started getting a little handsy; which you should’ve known better.

Cause nobody plays with fire better than Jake.

His kisses melted you to the core, making your stomach knot endlessly and your heart pound rapidly. His hands smoothed over your sides, fueling that growing desire he fed to you with his tongue. Wet kisses placed all over your chin and neck, followed by a little pinch of his teeth. His warm breath fanned over your face as he pressed you up against the car, hungrily devouring your lips before all he said was to get in.

You had thought the plan was to go back to the flat but he seemed to be driving further away. When you asked, he only chuckled softly saying you deserved a better view than just the dusty ol’ ceiling for tonight. You shut your mouth again, hoping it would stop any more seductive words leave his lips until you got to your destination. When the smell of saltwater hits your nose, you smile madly towards him as he finds a spot from all other beach goes, looking over the dark wonderful sea.

It’s a race to the back seat, one where he wins and is shutting your door as he kisses you fervently. He strips you bare quickly, touching and kneading you in all your sensitive spots. Your head spins with how warm and nice his hands feel against your skin. You’re barely able to get his tie off before his fingers enter you and you’re shaking in his grasp. Neither of you waste any time slipping him inside of you which led to where you are now– bouncing desperately on his cock eager for any sort of release.

Your legs were beginning to ache as your desire for an orgasm grew but you couldn’t reach it. His hands were firmly holding your hips, keeping you steady enough you could keep a decent pace even though he wouldn’t let you come. He swatted your hand away again and again whenever you tried to please yourself and finally you caught a glimpse of his steely gaze in the rearview mirror, you know what he wants.

“Please Jake,” you pleaded, rocking your hips faster; trying to tempt him to give you what you want but he doesn’t.

“Please, please, please,” you chanted; you need him– you needed to hear him.

“I need your voice,” you beg, your final plea to him; and it works. His hand snakes up to your neck, coaxing your head back. It feels like he’s slipped deeper inside of you and you can’t help but squirm as pitched noises leave you.

“Shh sweetheart, I’ve got you,” he whispered lowly, sending shivers down your spine; you moan.

“You like that?”

“Yeah.”

“Then be good for me and come.” the command shoots your thighs together and you cry out his name. He moves your hips, grinding you further on his cock, fucking you through your orgasm.

“That’s it mi amor, let me fill you up,” he groans against your neck, and you whine letting yourself fall completely flat against him. You swear up and down you can feel him in your stomach, filling you up to the brim; the mess inside of you is already too intoxicating. He doesn’t give you a chance to breathe before he lifts you off his cock, laying you down on the seats as he settles back between your thighs– pushing some of his cum back in as he slides back into you.

“Jake–”

“Let me take care of you,” his words hit you straight in your gut and another half-broken moan left your lips.

“Let me show you just how good I can make you feel,” he finishes with a sloppy kiss pressed to your lips; one filled with so much hunger you feared you wouldn’t last with all he had planned for you. He peeled open the rest of his button-up, placing your hand on his chest to feel his skin– his heart pounding nearly as hard as yours. You look at him in delightful fear, as he secures your legs around his waist; leaning forward to a quick kiss, lips trailing toward your ear as he whispers:

“Don’t worry, I won’t keep my mouth shut.” you blink a few times, registering the words he said as he pulls back so you can see his lopsided grin.

And he winks.

“Fuck.”

#rct fic #jake lockley imagine #jake lockley fic #moon knight imagine #moon knight fic #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x gn!reader #jake lockley x gender netural!reader #jake lockley smut #moon knight x gn!reader #moon knight x gender neutral!reader #moon knight smut #moon knight x reader

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pollensweetchimera · 1 year

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Marc: What's wrong with you?

Y/n: Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of paternal affection, a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression, and bipolarity.

#Marvel x reader platonic incorrect quotes #moon knight #moon knight x gn!reader #moon knight x reader #pansexual #aroace!y/n #aroace

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traveller-of-the-knight · 9 months

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Relax in Steven's apartment with him, the audio 🩷🤍🩷🤍🩷🤍

(I know I wrote worm instead of warm but It's too funny for me to change it)

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chaoticcollectivenightmare · 7 months

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Headcanon (Khonshu X Avatar! Reader)

POV: Khonshu falls in love with his avatar but the avatar is too afraid to confess his feelings and doesn't return Khonshu's feelings because of it. Khosnhu then sing this song.

#khonshu x reader #khonshu #moon knight #marvel #mcu #marvel studios #marvel cinematic universe #marvel mcu #khonshu fluff #Khonshu headcanons #khonshu x you #Khonshu x Gn!reader #gn reader #gn!reader #Khonshu fanfic #moon knight fanfic #moon knight x reader #moon knight x Gn!reader

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fr33ze-y0ur-br4in · 1 year

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Hey so I saw that your requests were open and you’d be open to do Khonshu stuff. I’m so excited because he’s like my go to but there’s not a ton of content to keep me fed so I’ll just as a simple fluff head canon stuff from you. I understand if you’re busy or whatnot so no rush, have a beautiful day!

.:*・°☆. Murder Bird My Beloved.:*・°☆.

My link list is here

Pairing: Khonshu x GN!Deity!Reader

Summary: general fluffy headcanons for Big Bird Khonshu dearest (includes backstory for “meeting” I suppose, maybe how you got together? (A/n: they kinda merged together), and then just general fluff stuff)

Warnings: it’s so much omg, Reader is god/goddess/deity of Promises and has a counterpart that’s the deity of Karma, GN!Reader, 2nd POV (“you” is used in reference to reader), Y/N not used, possible spoilers for Moon Knight, canon-divergent in most aspects, as usual probably cringey, also as usual should be POC friendly but if any descriptions of skin color are detailed please let me know so I can fix it, Reader’s godly form is said to have “eyes […] so golden they seem to reflect […] stars […]” but they have an unspoken human form that doesn’t have such specifics

Word Count: 1,134

Genre: headcanons, fluff

Beta/Proofread?: yep!

Notes: I told my friend to hear me out on Khonshu and she just sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose🧍listen I can eXPLAI- It started out so well but went down in quality in the second part ;-; Would anyone like to hear about what my OC that Reader is based of looks like cus I love how she’s designed

How you met + Getting together:

Technically speaking, you had always known of each other’s existence, just rarely having spoken

Given that you are not part of the Ennead, you and your counterpart were not held to as high of a pedestal as them.

You, being the deity of promises, and your counterpart, being the deity of karma from broken promises, often kept to yourselves, only going to the other deities when necessary so as to not be reeled into fights and rivalries

Honestly it worked

No one really had an issue with either of you and you had few issues with the other deities

The only reason that you would have a negative encounter with another god would be if they broke a promise, swear, or deal they made with anyone else or if their Avatar did so

That being said, you and your counterpart always knew when and if someone would break a promise. Much like Ammit, you judged someone’s (or something’s) character before anything bad happened, looking into whether they would keep their end of a bargain when they made it. Similar to Khonshu and to the disappointment of your counterpart, you didn’t give punishment until after the deal was broken, giving them a chance to change their decisions.

This is why Khonshu held a certain level of respect for you whether he’d admit it or not

He knew that even though someone was almost guaranteed to continue down the same path or fate they begun, there was always that slim chance that they’d be able to change their path, either giving them salvation and rightful rewards from you two or appropriate punishments for their wrongdoings

He saw that you were all similar in style and execution of your duties, though he held a certain level of fondness for you that he didn’t hold for your counterpart

Perhaps it’s the way your eyes are so golden when in your true form that they seem to reflect the very stars Khonshu tends to manipulate

Perhaps it’s the way you’re the reason people gain a second chance, your counterpart wishing to be more like Ammit in that they believed you should punish the bad before they can affect the world

Perhaps it’s the way you have your own set of rules that you are determined to stick to:

Minor broken promises that have little effect on the world and anyone in it are not to be punished with anything more severe than a lingering feeling of regret for a bit of time

Promises broken having something to do with love are to be punished over time, rarely having an instant punishment to quickly get over, and shall have a lasting effect on the person or people in the wrong

Mortals are to have only three chances to break a major promise before their punishments are to be fitting for their level of importance to the course of the world

Gods, sometimes understandably having to go back on their word for the sake of the greater good, have five chances at most to break positive world-changing promises

You and your counterpart are to never break a major promise more than one time, two times being the point of worthy imprisonment

Never in your several thousand years of existence have you felt it necessary to break any or your rules, always sticking to them no matter what

Your counterpart, unknown to you being slowly corrupted by Ammit, disagreed with the rules and thought that humans shouldn’t break a promise more than once to be worthy of punishment, deities should have no restrictions on their deals, and you two of all people shouldn’t have to be punished for your wrongdoings

After Ammit and your counterpart nearly succeeded in taking all bad in the world and turned it in their favor, you helped the Ennead to imprison the two of them burying them deep in tombs so as to never be released.

Khonshu saw how even you, the counterpart and friend of the Karmic deity, were unwilling to bend your principles even if it meant taking on the entirety of the world’s promises and karma on your own

He decided you would be a good person to have on his side, beginning to call upon you in any situation he deemed fit, even daring to call upon your own judgment within the Ennead’s circle of decisions whether the other gods saw it appropriate or not

This is how over the course of a few thousand years, it became known to any who heard legends of the two of you that you belonged to each other, finding a mutual love for each other over the time you share

General Headcanons (after establishing relationship):

If you weren’t already a god/goddess/deity, you’d better believe he’d make you one. Although since you already are one, he holds you to the highest degree of devotion possible, not having any regard for whether or not it offends the others

Even though you didn’t, he’d treat you as though you helped to hang the stars above

Boy you have him wrapped around your godly finger 💀 (

Probably the typical “I hate everyone and refuse to listen to anyone except my perfect wonderful amazing lovely wife” type of god, yk?

Genuinely thinks you can do no wrong, it’s probably not even healthy but he loves you so it’s fine

(okay I know this is probably so unlike him but I am so obsessed with the idea that anyone resembling a crow in any way loves to bring random shiny things to people they like so I can just see him bringing you random bits of precious metals and gems to the point that all that he collects is able to be made into a whole ahh shrine or smt for you)

Not a headcanon but I’m now realizing i should’ve done human!reader cus that’d be easier for general headcanons but I’ll make that later

After he gets banished, you become more enraged than you ever had been, choosing to follow him instead of staying with the others

Hopelessly devoted to youuuuu~🎶

Falls even harder if that was possible

He makes sure that any Avatars he picks are worthy in your eyes

After a particularly difficult mission Marc took on, before the events of the show, Khonshu considered dropping him altogether

You easily convinced him to do otherwise, telling him how crucial he’d be to the world in the future

The only reason Khonshu held onto Marc and Steven for so long even if he’d threaten to drop them was because of your words always echoing in his mind even with the slight doubt that came with seeing Steven’s performance

After the events of Ammit, he never doubted a word you said again, always taking your words as the highest level of truth to be said

A/n: I’m sorry the last half sucks, I tried to make it as well as possible but I think my tiredness is getting the better of me seeing as it’s now 11:30 at night for me rn- I hope you like it either way <3

#khonshu x reader #khonshu #khonshu fluff #Khonshu headcanons #khonshu x you #Khonshu x Gn!reader #gn reader #gn!reader #Khonshu fanfic #moon knight fanfic #moon knight x reader #moon knight x Gn!reader #.:*・°☆. Claire’s Original Posts.:*・°☆.#.:*・°☆. Claire’s Original Fics.:*・°☆.

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loki-hargreeves · 2 years

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Same old nightmares

Pairing: Marc Spector x gn!Reader Warnings/Tags: angst, mentions of death [Marc’s little brother], hurt/comfort & fluff, just some soft Marc fanfiction for once Word Count: 2k Summary: Marc has another nightmare and you’re there to comfort him as he wakes from it. A/N: This was requested. I hope you like it! <3

YOUR POV

“Come back...no...” Faint mumbles were slowly waking you up, each word sounding more terrified and making you worry. The moment you opened your eyes, you knew Marc was having a nightmare. Seeing him like that, so restless even in his sleep, made your heart snap into bits and pieces.

“... no no no...”

Droplets of sweat had formed on his face, his dark brows furrowed together in a pained expression as he twitched and squirmed on the mattress right next to you. The blanket had ended up below his hips at some point during this struggle so as you rolled over to face him better, you pulled it back up a little bit to keep him warm. The apartment was cold and it didn’t really help that you had left the windows wide open.

“Baby,” You whispered and softly cupped the side of his face, trying to be gentle as you attempted to wake him up.

Marc usually woke up very easily, rarely managing to relax deeply enough to sleep like a baby. When you two first got used to living together, you noticed that he’d wake up to the smallest noises. One time he had gotten out of bed as if he had been late to something important just because you had opened and closed the bathroom door. When you learned the reason why he behaved like that, it had been absolutely devastating.

When Marc had nightmares, however, he seemed to be trapped within his own mind. Pulling him back to the waking world proved to be much more difficult when he was being haunted by memories of the past.

“Marc, wake up. I’m here,” You cleared your throat as you attempted to find your own tired voice. The longer he was like that, lost in the terrors of his dreamworld, the less tired you felt. Touching him gently clearly wasn’t enough but you knew how to wake him up - one way or another.

Throwing your leg over his, you cuddled up to Marc and held onto him tightly, giving him a loving squeeze so he was completely wrapped by your touch. Perhaps it didn’t do anything, but in your head you wanted him to feel held and protected.

“Come on, wake up, Marc,” Your face was inches away from him, fingers brushing back his curls and caressing his face softly. That was something you knew Marc enjoyed as he had relaxed under your touch like that many times before. Wiping the sweat off his brow, you felt him leaning into your touch.

Finally, his eyes fluttered open and Marc faced you. For a moment, he looked scared, brown eyes filled with dread and lips parted, ready to defend himself. But then Marc saw you, he felt you and the first thing he noticed when he breathed was the scent of you, just you. Like magic, his expression softened and you felt his tense muscles relaxing.

“Hey,” You broke the silence and watched how he relaxed against the pillows, eyes closing again but this time because he felt relieved.

“I woke you up again, didn’t I?” Marc sighed, his voice raspy and full of sleep. He worried about you although he was the one who just had what you assumed was a horrible nightmare. Marc placed his warm hand on your back to keep you close, his touch being comforting in the dead of night. Even through the fabric of the shirt you were wearing, the palm of his hand felt familiar.

“Don’t worry about that,” You reassured him, “are you okay?”

When you two were wrapped up together like this, you could feel how hard his heart was drumming against his chest, giving away more than Marc’s words did. It pained you to know he suffered even in his sleep, not being able to escape the hurt of his past at night.

“’m fine,” Marc hated to make you worry. Even now as those awful memories replayed in his head, twisted by the creativity of his nightmare, he didn’t want to bother you. Either he was stubborn or he struggled to let you in. After all the time you had spent together, he was still battling to make a conscious effort to let people in. It didn’t mean he didn’t love or trust you though. Marc was working on demolishing the walls he had built around himself throughout the years.

“Wanna talk about it?” You inquired, moving your hand down so that you could trace patterns over his chest and occasionally trace the necklace that was wrapped around his neck, reflecting the light of the moon that allowed you to see in the otherwise dark room.

For a moment and to your surprise, Marc actually considered it. When he opened his eyes and looked around the dim room, he noticed the red numbers on the alarm clock on the bedside table that let him know it was 3AM. Instantly, Marc thought it would be best for you to get more sleep.

“Don’t think about me, baby,” You could almost read his mind at this point, “We can talk about it or about anything you want. You’ll never be a burden to me, I promise.”

“You sure you don’t have superpowers?” Marc avoided talking about it by trying to joke around. Somehow it managed to baffle him even now that you could tell what was on his mind.

“Pretty sure,” You confirmed with a small smile, “I just know you too well.”

Marc couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be there, being loved by you. After everything he had done, he felt undeserving of your love and care yet he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“It was just a nightmare,” Marc gathered his thoughts after a moment, encouraging you to rest your head against his shoulder by holding you by the back of your head. He did it not only to feel close to you, but to avoid looking you in the eye when he was being vulnerable. Marc decided it was better to let the piles of books witness his pained expression than you.

“And your feelings are valid,” You reminded him lovingly, closing your eyes as Marc began to play with your hair. Being like this was heaven on earth.

Marc took a deep breath, fighting the urge to shut you out completely. It wasn’t fair. He wanted to let you in and if talking about his stupid nightmares was a step in the right direction, he’d take it. Perhaps part of him was happy to talk about it too. It was a luxury he hadn’t gotten in the past. Instead, back then it seemed like people preferred it when Marc bottled everything up.

“It’s the same old thing,” Marc pointed out, “expect this time the water was blood. Real dramatic, I know. Still couldn’t save him,” Marc revealed that the nightmare was about the time he lost his brother. Whenever he spoke about it, you felt so sorry for him and his brother. It had been a tragic accident and knowing people blamed Marc for it not only hurt, it filled you with unspeakable rage. How was it fair to blame a child for something like that?

“I’m sorry,” You truly were. Sorry that he had to relive the memory so many times. Sorry that he had lost his little brother. Sorry that there was a lifetime of memories they would never get to make together as siblings. Fate was cruel far too often for your liking.

“Sometimes I wonder what he would be doing right now if he was alive,” Marc admitted more quietly feeling the familiar burn in his eyes as tears tried to spill over, tears he was fighting so hard to keep bottled up. “Like what he would do for a living and if he’d have a family of his own. Things like that.”

What Marc left out was the part of him wondering what their family would be like if the accident had never happened. Speaking about that was too difficult and neither was he interested in the what-ifs that would only feel like salt in open wounds.

“I think he would’ve liked you,” Marc didn’t mean to choke up as he said that, it just happened. A stray tear rolled down his cheek and Marc cursed silently, hating how easily the tears came when he thought about his brother.

He wouldn’t have just liked you; he would’ve loved you! Everything about you was wonderful and Marc was convinced his brother and you could’ve been friends. Life could’ve been so different.

“I’m sure I would’ve liked him too, Marc. From what you’ve told me, he must’ve been a joy to be around.”

“He was,” Marc nodded, smiling sadly as he remembered the best times of his life as a child before the accident. Back when he was so carefree and happy.

“Anyway,” Marc wiped the tear away, gazing out the window at the night sky and wondering if in some way, Randall was looking back at him. Was it silly to think so? Marc didn’t know what to believe. After all the absurdities he had witnessed, it wouldn’t have surprised him.

“I just wish I could dream about the better memories instead.”

There it was, Marc’s vulnerable side. He decided to trust you with things he felt scared to speak into the universe. The layers around him were unveiling and in the safety that your shared bed offered in the middle of the night, Marc dared to do so. You were incredibly proud of him.

“I know,” You faced Marc, somehow saying more with your eyes than words could compare to; and he heard everything. “I’d give you the sweetest dreams if I knew how.”

“My sweetest dream is when I’m awake with you,” Marc surprised you with those tender words, pouring like honey from his mouth. After he finished that sentence, Marc was honestly surprised by them himself but he meant it, every word. Being with you made life feel like a fairytale. You were the miracle that somehow found him.

“That was smooth, Spector,” You let him know gladly, placing a soft kiss on his collarbone and scooting even closer to him.

“Yeah and it’s true.”

Now it was your turn to wonder how you had ended up finding someone as brilliant as him. Marc could make your heart swell with love just like that.

“I love you,” You confessed for what must’ve been the millionth time but never grew sick of telling him those three words. Each time, without fail, you saw a sparkle in his eyes that only intensified as a result of your words.

Marc’s hand found your jaw, his tender touching almost ticklish against your sensitive skin as he pulled you in for a kiss. It was unusually delicate yet full of bliss. His lips were soft, melting against yours so perfectly it was easy to believe that long ago you were carved from the same tree of life, just made for each other. Just before you parted from the kiss to breathe, Marc mouthed the three words into your lips, reminding you of the fact he too loved you, perhaps more than you’d ever truly know.

After that, Marc wrapped his arms around you, hugging your body tightly against his. By now, the thudding of his heart was rapid for an entirely different reason. Every beat was proof of how much he cared about you.

Marc was happy to hold you. In fact, it calmed him down to feel your skin against his. That reminded him of what was real. You grounded him and never let his mind wander too far into such horrible places. His nightmares would taunt him by digging into his guilt and fears. You did the complete opposite. That must’ve been a superpower on its own, that kindness you shared so effortlessly.

Somehow, you made it bearable to exist even when talking about what happened all those years ago. Marc never thought that day would come. Yes, it still hurt like hell and tore him apart in every way possible but he could take it. Some days were better than others. Right now, he was finally beginning to understand the phrase ‘time heals’. Although he was certain it would never heal the wound completely, time would build better memories around it and those would mend the pain.

A/N: Gonna cut this off here because soft Marc makes me want to cry. I hope you enjoyed this <3

#moon knight fanfiction #marc spector x reader #marc spector x gn!reader #marc spector fluff #marc spector angst #marc spector fanfiction #moon knight x gn!reader #moon knight x reader #marc spector x you

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whaddayadothatfor · 1 year

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Knight Sickness

AN: Hi guys! Just a quick little drabble for practice.

Marc Spector x Gn!Reader. This could be read as platonic or romantic. Fluff.

TW: illness (temp), bad title

“Hey, I’m not sick.” He said his voice thick and muffled with mucus.

He paused while stubbornly trying to hold in a sneeze. He sneezed several times in a row, almost as if his body was seeking retribution from his rebellion before. You walked across his living room and nabbed a couple tissues from the box before walking back over to hand him the tissues.

“You were saying?” You said teasingly as you waved the tissues back and forth in front of his face. He snatched the tissues from your hand and glared at you, but with his eyes glassy and his cheeks pink from exertion, his stare had lost its normal intimidation.

“The avatar of Khonshu doesn’t get sick. It’s one of the only perks—“

“So how do you explain all of this then?” You cut him off, and he seemed to struggle forming a response. You thought it must’ve been hard for him, if he felt even a tenth of how bad he looked. “You’ve probably run yourself so ragged, even your special skill set can’t keep up. You need rest.”

“But-“

“But nothing. If you won’t take care of yourself, I’ll do it.” You wouldn’t let him get another word in edgewise. You herded him off in the direction of his bed, and stayed there until his eyes became heavy.

“It’s my job to —“

“The city will be okay for one night. And if that giant chicken has something to say about it, he can take it up with me.”

Marc mumbled something, probably an admonishment or complaint, but before you could ask him to repeat himself, you heard him snore softly. You patted his head absentmindedly while you too drifted off to sleep.

#moon knight x reader #moon knight x gn!reader #marc spector x reader #marvel x reader #moon knight #moon knight x y/n #Marc Spector #marc spector x y/n #fluff #moon knight fanfic

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stevengrant-enthusiast · 1 year

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Deserve

Summary: You decide to end things with the boys after a spiraling episode, but Steven convinces you otherwise.

Paring: Steven Grant x gn!Reader

Rating: Angst, Fluff? Cursing

Warnings: Talk of hopelessness, mental illness, bpd symptoms, cursing. Established relationship. No use of y/n

Word Count: 1.8K

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Notes: Hello everyone I’m back!! I hope you guys like this little angsty thing I wrote. I’ve been feeling shitty lately because of my bpd and writing this helped. Sometimes it just feels so helpless and your mind thinks in complete black in white. It’s not fun for the person with borderline and their significant other, which really sucks. Sorry for any grammar mistakes or if it doesn’t make any sense, I wrote it at like 4 am per usual.

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It was a normal Saturday. Nothing in particular was wrong, but it usually started that way. You had a lazy day in Steven’s flat. He and Marc and Jake were away for the day on some moon knight business. Nothing unusual. But still, you couldn’t shake off the disgusting feeling you’ve been carrying the last few hours.

When you and the boys were together, you saw the world in rose colored glasses and felt as if nothing could break you down as long as they were by your side. It was a feeling you weren’t used to- you never let anyone get this close to you. You were afraid of the person they turned you into: hopeful, safe, and happy. It wasn’t a bad thing, but when they were gone, along with their reassurance, you fell into a deep hole that made you irrational and see in black and white. That’s why for so long, you didn’t let anyone get too close and merely observed the world from an arms distance. But when you met them, your world shifted. For the first time ever you found yourself relying on another person for the safety and love you purposely deprived yourself of. Their words and comfort was something so foreign to you, but still, you didn’t want to lose it ever. But sometimes your brain just spiraled out of control and made you think so irrationally and illogically. You didn’t want to lose them, but their assurance also made you afraid that your emotional baggage was too much of a burden for them to handle. They didn’t deserve that. No one did. If you were alone, you couldn’t hurt anyone the way you always thought you did.

So after some hours of contemplation, you decided that leaving them was the right thing for you, but more importantly, for them. You knew deep down that this was just another impulsive feeling and a defense mechanism, but sometimes you couldn’t control yourself. Today was just one of those days.

You sat on the living room couch scrolling through the text messages between you and sweet Steven. He always used smiley faces and lots of fun emojis. It made you smile. For a second, you faltered. Your heart told you that leaving them isn’t a good idea, but your brain said the opposite: “you’re doing it for them. They don’t want someone who is so unstable. They deserve consistency, don’t they? That’s something you can’t ever give them. It will hurt in the beginning but in the end, it’s the best choice.”

Your heart dropped when you heard the sound of the door unlocking. Steven walked into the flat with a duffel bag around his shoulders. He greeted you with the same enthusiasm he always gave you and dropped the bag to the floor.

“Hello love! Sorry I’m so late, things ended a bit later than expected… is everything alright?”

He could already sense the bitterness in the room’s atmosphere and on your nervous smile.

“Yeah” your voice broke “I- I just need to talk to you about something.”

“Alright, what is it love?” His voice was higher and quieter as if already attempting to soothe you. He rushed to your side on the couch and took a seat next to you, hips touching and eyes drenched with worry. He didn’t know what to expect from your tone of voice, and he had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be a fun talk.

“I’ve been thinking…” you began “I think.. we should go our separate ways from now on.” You voice trailed off at the end. Steven was silent and wondering if he heard you correctly.

“I’m- love, sorry what? Why are you saying this all of the sudden?” He gave a confused chuckle. You could see his hands tensing and balling up into a fist on his lap. His gaze didn’t leave you for a second, though. You couldn’t look at him and placed your attention to his shoes, adverting his piercing stare. You could already feel the tears pricking the corner of your eyes and suddenly you realized how unprepared you were. How were you going to explain this to them? Should you just make up an excuse? You didn’t want to lie to them, though. You hated lying and terrible at it too. In the past when you found yourself getting too attached or reliant, you just left without explanation. It never went as far as this thing you had with the three of them. And even you knew that you couldn’t just ghost them forever without explanation. Not this time. So, you decided to be brief and vague about it, like you always were when you didn’t feel like unpacking your every emotion or unable to identify them in the first place.

“It’s just, I think I need to be alone for a bit. I’ve been really anxious lately and it’s not fair to you guys.”

“Fair? What’s not fair dear I don’t understand?”

You let out a slow sigh, thinking.

“I mean that… I don’t know. I feel myself spiraling out of control sometimes and it’s not fair that I would drag you down with me. I think it’ll just be better this way.”

“Love, you can’t just decide on your own what’s better for us. It doesn’t work that way.” He sounded frustrated. And that little shift in his tone made your brain shut down. Shit, maybe your heart was right, this would hurt them more than staying. “Is that all it is? Are you sure we didn’t do anything wrong?” Now his voice was dripping with guilt and hurt. This was the last thing you wanted, making them feel as if they were the ones at fault. It couldn’t have been more wrong.

“No. It’s not you, or Marc or Jake. I promise.” You regret bringing all of this up in the first place. All you wanted right now was to disappear forever and hide from the consequences of your decisions. It’s always the fucking same. You act upon what your head tells you and regret it instantly. But there was no coming back from this. Steven didn’t answer and stayed silent for what felt like an eternity. He just looked at you. You were afraid that he could see right through your expression and read your thoughts like a damn book. And maybe he could because he finally said:

“Love, you know you could tell us anything. Please talk to me we want to help you.” That broke you. It filled you with rage against yourself and your heart wretched for him. You wanted to scream and break something because those words just confirmed everything you hated about yourself.

“See, that’s the thing Steven. You shouldn’t have to help me. Why the fuck should you suffer just because I’m a shitty and immature person who can’t maintain my own goddamn emotions? It’s not fair to you guys. You shouldn’t have to deal with all of this and me. You deserve someone who won’t hurt you.” You were standing now and your voice was loud, almost yelling. You paced back and forth in front of the couch with your arms tightly crossed, trying to give yourself some form of physical release and distraction. “Fuck I’m sorry for yelling, I didn’t mean to.”

Steven stood up with you and stopped your pacing by holding onto your shoulders, gently but also firmly. You could feel the warmth from his finger tips spreading through your shoulders. You wanted to push him away. But if you left his flat now, you would never forget his touch on you right this second. You shuddered and felt your tears slip by you as he looked into your eyes with so much understanding.

“You could never hurt us, dear. I promise you that.” His brows furrowed and his gaze was unforgiving to show how serious he was. His hands moved periodically from your shoulder to arms, stroking your sides. “We want to help you because we care about you, because we love every part of you no matter what. If anything, it makes us bloody ecstatic that we can be someone you depend on. It makes us feel loved and needed, actually.”

You were full on sobbing now, hearing everything you wanted, no needed, to hear and more. His sweet words put your nerves at rest like it always did. You wished more than anything to be able to control your irrational and inconsistent behavior and to be good for them.

“Oh heart don’t cry.” He tugged you in for a big hug and enveloped your shivering frame.

“Fuck Steven I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry. You shouldn’t be having to do this- to deal with me. I’m just afraid I’ll lose you in a worse way than this. I’m afraid you’ll grow tired of me and one day decide to walk out.”

“Darling have you ever considered for a second how much love and understanding you provide for us? Hm? I mean, bloody hell look at us. We’re so lucky to have met someone who accepts us- all of us.”

At his comment, you let out a soft laugh and nodded into his chest. Their situation wasn’t exactly normal either.

“You must think I’m doing all this for attention” you say after getting embarrassed at your outburst of emotions.

“No love I don’t, not at all. But next time instead of jumping to conclusions we can talk it out, yeah? You nearly gave me a heart attack just now.” You could hear him smiling through his words, attempting to bring a little humor into the situation. “Promise me you will. Okay?”

“Yeah I promise Steven. Thank you. It’s just sometimes, I can’t believe that you guys love someone like me.”

“Darling you deserve it and much more. Trust me when I say we think exactly the same thing.” You look at him with a confused smile.

“Really? That sounds… outrageous. Who wouldn’t fall in love with you three?”

“Exactly, love. It’s outrageous to us that you would think that. But maybe that’s the beauty of it. What’s more outrageous than love itself? To be wholeheartedly dedicated and devoted to another person. It’s insanity.”

“Yeah… I guess you’re right. Maybe we’re all just a little crazy.”

“Yeah maybe.” He chuckled and you felt his chest vibrating in front of you. That’s when you realized you only feel this way because you care. About your relationship, Steven, Marc, Jake, your future with them, etc. And if all of this emotional turmoil is in the name of love, then it’s worth fighting for. For once, you don’t have to run away. You can trust them, no, you’re going to trust them.

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Thieves Will Steal Your Heart

Summary: A notorious thief, you set your eyes on the Egyptian Museum in London. It’ll be an easy job, in and out. However, someone puts a hitch in your plan: the sweet gift shop employee. You become enthralled with him, and he in turn. But, at the end of the day, you still have a job to do.

Word Count: ~5k

Reader: Gender Neutral

Warnings: Fluff

Note: Takes place before the events of Moon Knight, so Steven doesn’t know about Marc. And I might do a part 2 where the reader meets Marc, as Moon Knight

Ch. 2

High vaulted ceilings stretched into the heavens, stone architecture combined with a sleek modern flare, statues with faces of animals and bodies of humans loomed over the area guarding those who entered, glass cases arranging in various size protected the smallest most delicate handcrafted items, while paintings and scrolls centuries old covered the walls.

London’s Nation Art Gallery was impressive to say the least. It was part of the reason you picked this place. It had plenty to choose from, and each item enticed you - called out to you.

Which items would have the honor of being plucked from their confinements to have a home elsewhere?

After wandering around for an hour, a familiar feeling - a weight pressing into the back of your skull - made the hairs on your neck stand up. Someone was watching you. Which, honestly, shouldn’t be too surprising given the public space, and the roughly three dozen security cameras, and yet you couldn’t shake the feeling.

Strolling to a nearby statue, you craned your neck up following the angular structure; all the while, you peered out of the corner of your eyes.

There.

The gift shop employee.

Steven couldn’t peel his eye off of you. You were breathtaking.

The minute you walked in, it was as if Ra moved the sun for you. The harsh somewhat blindly fluorescent lights were now instead a warm dim orange hue that bathed over you, the dust particles in the air now shimmered like gold specs. Your head was held high as you casually strolled - floated - through the main area. No one offered you a single glance your way, almost as if you were a god walking in silence among men. Yet, he saw you.

And you stole his breath.

Steven would try to look away, however it wouldn’t last long. His eyes would dart around the gallery, hoping to find a distraction or to not be so conspicuous, but they always made their way back to you. You who aimlessly walked around surveying everything. You who had a certain twinkle in your eyes. You who had a smile gently tug on the corner of your lips.

So, as you stared up at the massive statue of Anubis, Steven stared at you unwaveringly.

Then a tour group passed in front of you, blocking you from Steven’s view. The crowd of tourists pointed at relics, took pictures, while a small portion looked positively bored. The tour guide, however, kept up the cheery, far too sweet, persona as she pointed at the Anubis statue rattling off interesting facts. The group paused only for a single second, for one breath, before moving on.

By then, you were gone.

Steven frowned. He leaned over the counter looking around. How in the world? You vanished. Like a drop of sand into the desert never to be seen again.

He sighed.

You left. Probably for good. His chance to talk with you was gone. At least that was what he told himself, but he never thought of actually approaching you. Not when he was on shift and with Donna lurking about. He simply hoped he had the courage to if the improbable opportunity rose, but that all passed into oblivion.

“Hey, do you happen to have the time?”

Steven, a little dejected, numbly glanced down at his watch. “About a quarter pass 2.” Slowly, his eyes trailed up to the random voice. His eyes widened. It was you.

You smiled softly at him. You pulled out your phone showing him a black screen, “Thanks, I forgot to charge this last night and I couldn’t find a clock.”

“Right,” he nodded, unsure what exactly to say now that you were here - actually right here in front of him. “I’d probably forget my head if it wasn’t screwed on.”

You laughed through your nose still smiling at him. He easily returned the smile as he chuckled lightly to himself.

You slowly eyed him. From the tips of his dark curls that pointed in odd directions, down to his warm kind eyes and the bags underneath them, to his full lips, down his neck and broad shoulder, to his muscular build - although you noted he hunched, shrinking himself around others - then to his obscure patterned button up and tan jacket, down to his slacks. He was handsome, and absolutely adorable. Was it even possible for a man to be both? Yes, and he was directly in front of you.

As your eyes trailed back up, you spotted a clip-on name tag. “Steven,” you read.

He perked up. “Y-yes?”

“Sorry, I was just reading your name tag.” You pointed to the small brass plate on his breast pocket.

He followed your fingers, touching the cool metal as if he forgot it was there. “Right.”

He looked back at you, and you easily held his gaze. He wanted to ask your name, the name of the person who stole his thoughts and time, the question weighed on his tongue. His lips parted slightly, the words formed in his mouth.

“Well, I better be off.” You started walking away.

Steven’s eyes widened. Off?

He scrambled and followed after you behind the counter of course. “Wait. Wait!”

You paused, turning to face him with the same easy, captivating, smile on your lips. He pinched himself into a corner up against the wall and the edge of the counter. “I, uh, um …”

What was he doing?

“Yes, Steven?”

A warmth spread over his chest as his name rolled off your tongue. “Um, right, well, I - uh - wanted to ask what your name may be?”

“My name?”

“Yes! I, uh” - he cleared his throat - “I mean, yes.”

Your smile grew. Strolling over to him, you leaned in towards him. He instinctively moved back a bit. About a foot separated you from him. This close you could count his eyelashes, you could also spot a golden chain peeking out from underneath his collar, and you could smell his cologne.

“I’ll tell you another time.”

He blinked. “Wait, what?”

You winked at him then walked straight through the exit.

You should have known better, hell you did. Never leave a trace, never make an impression, and yet you couldn’t help it. Your typical surveillance to complete a job was two trips: one, to get a lay of the land and understand the security system, and two, pick your items and plan a route accordingly. Then a week later, you’d sneak in the middle of the night. Items taken under your slippery fingers, never to be seen again. Most cameras only ever caught a shadow or a blur. And if you happened to mess up, you always double checked the security cameras wiping any identifiable trace.

Calculated. Precise. In and out.

Never linger.

But, the gift shop keeper captured your being. He picked you out in a crowd, a task impossible to nearly everyone. He saw you. Continuously saw you. No matter if you slipped away, he still managed to find you a minute later.

He was a curious one. A timid man with a kind heart. His intellect on Egyptian culture and mythology was impressive to say the least. He always smiled as he told stories to curious children from behind his counter. He managed to soothe any person who approached him, any worries or tension melted in his presence.

You were no different. Your guard lowered around him. You wanted to know everything about him and how he ticked.

After your third visit, you should have given up on the job. But, you told yourself that the security was top notch and you had to ensure everything would run smoothly. It wasn’t solely for the soft spoken gift shop keeper.

After the fourth, you told yourself that you were rethinking certain items. The ones you initially picked were far too big, or ambitious, so you needed to go smaller. Small, multiple times that could sell fast on the black market.

After the seventh visit, you had no more excuses. You knew you were infatuated with Steven.

Every visit, you talked with him for hours on end. He excitedly retold Egyptian stories, as you leaned on the counter enthralled with his tales. He talked about a specific French poet, and even repeated some of her work. You didn’t understand a lick of what he was saying, but your heart fluttered nonetheless. He talked about his one finned goldfish named Gus, he talked, and talked, and -

“Why does it seem like I am the one always talking?” Steven asked one day during a slow period.

Weeks of popping up nearly every other day, he never questioned it until now. You shrugged playing it off, “Maybe because I like the sound of your voice.”

He blushed a bit. “Well, it seems I don’t know much about you. I still don’t even know your name, which is a bit odd, innit?”

“What?” You smirked, a devious one to hide the truth of it all. “Want to moan the right name at night?”

His eyes turned into saucers, the tip of his ears became a rich scarlet red as he began stuttering. “I - I, no, no. I just, I, oh my -“

You chuckled, “I’m sorry, I’m just teasing you. I shouldn’t have said that.”

He avoided eye contact and busied himself by tidying up the bin filled with sarcophagus keychains near the register. “It’s alright,” he muttered.

You shouldn’t have liked how bashful he got, or how utterly adorable he was. But, you did. Wholeheartedly. How did this random man manage to capture your undivided attention for days - weeks?

You really shouldn’t even be here.

The only thing reminding you of the job you set out was the fact Steven didn’t have your name. It was the one thing not tethering you to him. Because you knew the second you told him, you would want to stay. But, you were never one to settle down. Let alone, be able to have a normal life. You were a ghost, figuratively and literally. Your identity was wiped from databases all over the world.

Steven deserved more than a ghost to haunt his life.

“Maybe I want to keep up my mysterious aura,” you smiled, despite the depressing thought.

Steven puckered his lips unsure what to think or say.

“Or you know, you could always guess my name,” you suggested. “It could be a fun little game.”

A ghost who’s name was forgotten to all. And should stay that way.

He sighed, beginning to be fed up with it all. “I don’t want to guess it, I want to know it.” He looked over at you with sad, droopy eyes. Eyes that pierced through your heart. “I just don’t understand why you don’t tell me.”

You licked your lips and tried to play it off. “Maybe I’m not even real, just a figment of your imagination. Oooooo,” you wiggled your fingers.

“Oh, don’t say that,” he mumbled. “Please, don’t say that.”

“Sorry,” you quickly stumbled out. You should have known better. Poor Steven had confided in you about his sleepwalking and lapses in memory. You wanted to smack your forehead against the counter.

How could I be so stupid?

He sighed and rearranged other items in bins. “Is there something you can't tell me, love? I hope I’m not the reason or -“

Love.

Your ears perked up at the word, the small slip of his unconscious mind. Your heart instantly latched onto it. The word tossed around your head replaying it over and over. It was one of the sweetest melodies you ever heard.

How could this man render you in such a state?

“- sorry, I’m rambling a bit, aren’t I?” You snapped back to reality. Steven locked eyes with you, he saw the wide eyed expression steeled itself into a neutral look. “Oh, what is it?”

“Nothing, nothing, sorry, I, uh … it’s nothing.”

“You sure?”

“… yeah.” You shifted your weight side to side.

“You don’t sound sure.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “I am. I, uh, just remembered I have somewhere to be.”

This is too much, I can’t stay here any longer.

You spun on your heel and practically sprinted off.

“Hey! Wait, I …,” Steven sighed as you ran off.

Disheartened, he idly moved around other items. His mind raced with possible reasons about you and your odd behavior, none of which were particularly good. Lots of horrible thoughts which he had to push back. “It’s nothing, it’s … ugh,” he ran his fingers through his hair.

It couldn’t be him, right? Why did you evade everything about you, starting with a basic name ending with your past? You told him stories, but something always rubbed him the wrong way. Maybe because the stories were overarching with no real details, maybe because some were light quick stories from your childhood from years ago and nothing so recent. What was it?

“Oi, Stevie, where’d your little friend go?”

Steven didn’t have the energy to correct Donna. “Off, don’t know where.”

Donna nodded, smacking the gum between her teeth. “Good, can’t have you slacking off more than you already do.”

Steven said nothing. He turned around, straightening the plush replicas of gods and goddesses to the beetles and miniature pyramids.

“They sure do come around a lot,” Donna continued.

In all honesty, she wanted to gossip. And Steven, who was an enigma already, now had a shadow that popped up every now and then. Every employee in the museum was curious.

“Yeah,” Steven mumbled, not truly paying attention to his boss.

“So, they got a name?”

He flinched. Swallowing, he softly replied, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Donna blinked. “How the bloody hell do you not know their name? The two of you have been chattin’ almost every other day for weeks.”

“I know, I know,” he gritted his teeth.

“Maybe you just forgot it.”

“No,” he vehemently shook his head, “I wouldn’t have.”

“Like bloody hell you wouldn’t, you forget your own head if it wasn’t screwed on.”

His lips thinned.

“Maybe they’re a ghost.” She snorted, “A haunted museum? Should probably charge more.”

“Oh, don’t say that,” he frowned.

Donna cocked a brow at the sullen man. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist. Of course, they’re real. I’ve seen them, we all have.” She paused then tilted her head in a sudden realization. “Although I don’t think I ever saw their face. Always their back, huh, how odd. Never thought about it till now.”

Steven sighed, placing his head in his hands as he hunched over the counter. “This is bloody ridiculous, all of it.”

“Sure is.” The familiar chirp of a crowd resonated in the bare establishment. “Alright, figure out your love life on your own time.”

A day passed.

Then another.

And another.

A sinking feeling filled the pit of Steven’s stomach. Would you return? Did you leave for good? Did he scare you off? Where did you go? Would you really leave without a proper goodbye?

He huffed. He wanted to tear his hair out, but a kid - a girl no older than eight years old - popped in front of his counter excitedly pointing at the stuffed scarab beetle. Steven smiled down at the girl. He grabbed the beetle for her, and before he could tell her the price, she slammed down a wad of cash. He chuckled and picked them up counting it all out. Putting it into the register, he returned some change and a receipt. The girl hardly cared. She smothered the beetle to her chest and hastily grabbed the change before darting over to her parents.

“So, how much for the hippo?”

Steven spun around looking at the collection of plush hippos in ceremonial garb, aka the goddess Taweret. “Oh, that’ll be -“ twisting back around the air was knocked out of his lungs “- you.”

You gestured to yourself, “Me.”

“You’re here,” he said in utter shock.

“Yeah, I am, but I can go if -“

“No! No, uh,” he cleared his throat, “uh, hi.”

You smiled softly, “Hey there, Steven.”

“Hi,” he repeated.

You chuckled under your breath.

He licked his lips. He didn’t think he would ever see you again, let alone hear your laugh. “So, uh, what have you been up to?”

“Oh, this and that.” You joked.

He nodded. How else was he supposed to respond?

Seeing the blank look in his eyes, you sighed. There was a tonal change as you leaned your forearms against the counter. “I was making preparations.”

“Preparations?”

“Yeah,” you fiddled with your hands, “I travel … a lot. And I have a trip coming up soon so I had to do a few things.”

“Travel? Well, isn’t that lovely,” he smiled brightly. He completely overlooked your entire sentence, only focusing on your first four words. “Sure wish I could. Being stuck behind a counter all day isn’t so exciting.”

You returned the smile. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”

“So, where have you been?”

I’m leaving.

“All over the world.”

His eyes widened. “Really? Oh, that’s insane. Have you been to Egypt?”

You nodded happy to indulge him. “Couple of times.”

“Oh, wow,” he breathed out. “I wish one day I could go, I really want to see the pyramids.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah, absolutely.” He gushed.

“Maybe I‘ll take you there one day.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

But, what if I want to?

“Maybe I don’t, but if I could make your wish come true seems like a good cause.”

He dropped his head, his cheeks tinted a rosy hue. “You really don’t have to do that, love.”

Your knees weakened at that simple word.

“(Y/N).”

“Huh?” His head snapped up.

Your eyes connected with those gorgeous brown ones. A shade of the ground under your feet guiding you home, a shade that breathed new life, a shade that enveloped you in a warmth not felt before.

Your throat dried up. Swallowing down your nerves, you said, “That’s my name.”

His eyes widened.

Before he could say anything, you spilled out, “I’m leaving.”

A whirlwind of emotions violently stirred inside Steven. First your name, your honey sweet name he was ready to say, a name that filled his heart to the brim with joy; then those two words, those two words that slowly drained out all the joy.

“What?”

“I’m leaving,” you repeated. “I wasn't even supposed to stay this long, but I just couldn’t help it.”

You were the reason.

“Wait, hold on, you … you’re leaving? Like for good?”

“I wouldn’t say for good.”

“But you are leaving?”

“Yeah, it’s for my job. Hence, why I travel so much.”

“Oh.” His shoulders dropped. He licked his lips trying to find any words, but all he found was a growing emptiness. You were leaving. Gone. Gone from his life. Pushing aside his own feelings, he smiled at you. “Well, I hope you have fun, love. Maybe you can send me a postcard so I can stick on Gus’s tank -“

“Steven.” Don’t end it like this.

But, he wasn’t ready to hear it. He didn’t want to say goodbye. “Gus would probably like it, he can finally see the world too. Can’t really get anywhere with just one fin, ya know?”

“Steven.”

“Yeah, I bet he’d like that a lot. I mean so would I but -“

You grabbed the lapels of his jacket pulling him in. His words stuttered then fell off, now completely silent. But, you couldn’t do it. You hesitated. I shouldn’t be doing this. Your nose skimmed against his. Your eyes quickly glanced downward. They’re right there. Just do it.

Steven’s mind spiraled out of control. Your breath fanned on his lips. He parted them, almost readying himself. His eyes darted down. If he could just -

What am I doing?

Inhaling deeply, you exhaled, slowly and shakily, as you began to back away, “Sorry, I don’t know -“

“(Y/N)?”

Your heart threatened to leap out of your chest. Your name on his lips was sweeter and more heavenly than imaginable. “Y-yeah?”

His eyes locked with yours. Oh my. He looked at you as his salvation. He could drop to his knees and become a devout worshipper. And yet, you knew the truth. You were the devil in disguise; a temptation beckoning him to fall to depravity.

He dove. Falling with an elegant grace.

His lips crashed against yours.

Gentle, heart pounding, all consuming.

You closed your eyes. You white knuckled his jacket yanking him closer. He hummed. It was a sound you wanted to hear again and again. His hands hesitantly cupped your cheeks. Still unable to believe this was happening, that this was real. His hands were surprisingly calloused, the exciting roughness sent a shiver down your spine. You turned your head then -

“Eh hem.”

Someone cleared their throat.

In a flash, you pulled away from Steven. You whipped around, turning your back to the person.

Steven blinked in a drunken haze. Did that really happen? His lips tingled, the feeling of your soft lips still lingered. Wait. Snapping to the present, he slowly turned to the person. It was Donna. He smiled sheepishly at her.

She raised an eyebrow. Her eyes jumped between Steven, with his wrinkled shirt and the love struck look in his eyes, then over to you, with your back to her refusing to make eye contact. She glanced back over at Steven with a blank stare. “Do get back to work, Stevie. Snog on your own time and not at work with guests around.”

“R-right, sorry, I -“

Donna raised her hand. “I don’t want to hear it. Just don’t do it again.”

“Right, of course.”

The clack of her heels faded as she walked off.

You slowly looked back over at Steven. He instantly caught your eye. You rolled your lips trying to hide the growing smile. Steven was luckily the first to crack. He laughed. Loudly. Shaking his head, he brushed back his hair, “Oh, wow, that’s definitely a first.”

You snickered. “What an honor. And here I thought you kissed all your customers.”

Still laughing, he threw you a lopsided smile. “Only the special ones, love.”

Your cheeks warmed as you dropped your head. This dorky many made you, a hardened criminal, feel like a dopey love struck teenager. Shaking your head, you looked back up at him. “You sure are something, Steven.”

He tilted his head, his curled bounced against his forehead. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

“It’s a great thing.”

He beamed at you.

Your smile shifted to one of sorrow. “I have to go now.”

His smile faltered.

You quickly leaned over and pecked his cheek. “I’ll see you around, Steven.”

“Yeah,” he whispered in minor defeat. “Until next time, (Y/N).”

You turned and began walking away with the prospect of possibly returning hanging in the air. He watched as you strolled off, slightly heartbroken but hopeful. You paused. Looking over your shoulder, you locked eyes with Steven. He awkwardly waved at you, and before he could stop himself, he shouted, “Laters gators.”

You chuckled, beaming at him as you waved goodbye then walked outside.

Yeah, I’ll definitely be back.

A few days passed without any real excitement for Steven. He thought of you almost every hour, which wasn’t good for him. He ached to see you. But, who knows how long it’ll be until he may see you again? You never specified how long this trip may be.

Steven hopped off the bus. Another day, another shift. He took a few steps only to stop in place. Police surrounded the museum, blocking anyone from entering. A miniature blockade, or more accurately a couple of metal fences hugged the stairs as a few police officers stood on guard duty. A few people stopped staring in awe. What had happened? While, one officer continuously denied a news van any information on the situation.

Oh, what was he about to get himself into?

He shuffled up to the nearest officer. “Um, pardon me?”

The police officer, a fresh faced woman, turned around. “Sorry, the museum is closed for the day.”

“Oh, no, I, uh, I work here. I work in the gift shop. Steven Grant? If that rings any bells.”

The woman’s eyes widened. “Oh, um, excuse me for a minute?”

She spun around speaking into her radio. After a few hushed words passed, she spun back around. She moved aside one of the fences, giving Steven just enough room to pass through. “Please, head up the stairs. Your boss is talking with Detective Douglas, he has a few questions for you.”

“Right.”

Steven hastily walked up the steps. What exactly happened? It probably isn’t so bad, right? Stepping through the doors, those thoughts were crushed. Police were scattered all about, nearly every corner of the museum as they combed every inch looking for clues. JD and three other officers watched video footage intensely.

Steven’s heart spiked out of fear.

“Oi, Stevie! Over here!”

His head snapped over to Donna standing in the corner with a somewhat intimidating man. Quickly, he scrambled over to them. His hands tightened around the straps of his satchel.

Standing in front of the odd pair, he nodded a ‘hello’. His eyes still actively watched all the officers talking and walking around. So many.

“What happened?” He asked, looking at them.

“We were robbed, Stevie.”

“Steven, it’s Steven,” he muttered under his breath. However, her words replayed in his head. Robbed? “Wait, robbed? Like actually robbed?”

“Yes.” Donna rolled her eyes.

“But, it was just from the gift shop, right?”

Who would steal genuine artifacts? How could they? That’s impossible.

Donna and the detective shook their head.

“No, or at least far as we know. We can’t rule it out yet but we know for a fact multiple artifacts have been stolen. From a handful of miniature statues, many hand carved jewelry, to a few scrolls with hieroglyphics.”

“Oh my god.” Steven breathed out.

Douglas nodded. “Yes, which is why for the sake of ruling out every employees I need to ask you a few questions for the moment.”

“Yes, yes of course.”

“Good.” He cleared his throat. “Can you give me a run down of what you did yesterday?”

“Yes, well, it wasn’t much. I got up, came here for my shift, then went home.”

He nodded jotting it all down in a notepad.

“Did you see anyone suspicious yesterday at the museum or a few days prior?”

“No, sir.”

“Okay, and you said you went home last night, did you go anywhere else or do anything?”

“Uh, no, after work I watched a few shows, read for a bit, then went to bed.”

“Can anyone confirm this?”

“My goldfish, Gus?” He chuckled, only to see the deadpan expressions on the detective and his boss. He cleared his throat, “No, sir, but I do tend to sleepwalk so I have a few precautions so that doesn’t happen.”

“And?” Douglas cocked a brow at him.

“One of which is an ankle restraint,” he confessed meekly. “But I swear on my mum’s life I haven’t gone anywhere. Nothing was set off and I woke up in my bed as I should.”

The detective nodded, almost begrudgingly. Having no leads was slowly getting to him.

Donna spoke up, “Trust me I don’t think this bloke is capable of doing this.”

Steven didn’t know if he should be thankful or offended.

Douglas huffed, “Alright, if you can attest to his character it works for now.”

Now?

“Uh, I don’t know if it’ll help, but the inventory for the gift shop? Was that looked over yet?” Steven asked. He wanted to be helpful, he wanted to solve this odd mystery too.

“No, not yet.” Douglas answered.

Donna ushered Steven off, “Well, don’t dilly dally go and get it.”

Steven nodded and darted off.

Passing by officers, muttering ‘excuse me’s, he finally reached the storage room, behind the counter, where inventory and records were kept. In his haste, he forgot to ask Donna for the keys, but he still turned the knob to find it was unlocked. It was always locked. Brushing it off, he chalked it up to Donna and the police.

They probably did a quick look for clues.

Stepping inside, he flipped on the lights. Boxes and boxes filled with trinkets and toys were stacked precariously off to the left, a single table sat in the middle of the room, and filing cabinets off to the right. He walked over and pulled open a drawer.

But, something caught his eye. Not inside the drawer, but on top of the cabinet. At eye level, a plush replica of the goddess Taweret sat on top. His brows knitted together.

Why was that here?

Picking it up, a piece of folded paper flipped through the air and skidded across the ground. He blinked. He set the plushie on the table and carefully picked up the piece of paper. He brought it up to the light, twisting it and trying to spot anything odd. But, he didn’t. All he saw was scribbles, writing on the inside. Looking over his shoulder, no one came in. The hustling of police officers and their stampede of footwork resonated throughout the museum.

His heart feverishly pounded in his chest. He unfolded it once, then twice. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he turned the paper over.

Steven,

I still owe you a trip to Egypt.

Laters gators

There was no signature. But, he knew exactly who it was from: you. He let out a shaky breath. What - how … what does -

It clicked.

“Oh my god,” he whispered.

You did this, you robbed the museum.

He groaned and ran his fingers through his hair. He read and reread the small simple note a dozen times. Nothing obvious pointed to you, which he supposed was the point. If anyone else found it, they would think it was a simple note, a promise. But, to him? To Steven, it was a confession.

It all made sense.

Of course, you didn’t talk about yourself. Of course, you never gave him details. Of course, of course, of course.

Part of him knew he should be mad and upset. He should feel betrayed, hurt, or something but he wasn’t. He wasn’t being used. You never asked about the museum itself, you always asked questions about him, about his life. Yes, there was also the morale of it all: stealing and such. A twinge of disappointment did sing in his heart.

Then the bigger issue rose. Was he now an accomplice?

Even if he showed the police, even if he gave a detailed description of your face, and told them your name, he knew deep in his bones they would never find you. You were a ghost anyway.

Staring down at the note, he smiled.

“Laters gators,” he replied to an empty room.

Tucking the note away, he grabbed the inventory list and walked off.

He would see you again. Maybe not next week, maybe not in a month, but he knew you would come back into his life with that charming smile.

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myfandomlikesandstories · 9 months

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Contained - sequel

Marc Spector x gn!reader

Genre: angst, comfort

Summary: after the events of contained by @luke-o-lophus , Marc gets a call from the reader insisting he comes over for a heart to heart conversation over tea.

Warnings: heavy angst, talks of suicide and self harm, mention of cum, mention of childhood abuse.

Word count: 2020

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Marc was woken by the shrill ringing of his phone. Usually, he wouldn't bother to pick up in a mood like this, but his sleep clouded mind had the upper hand. By muscle memory alone, Marc answered you.

"Hello?"

"Hi! Um, how are you doing?"

"What?"

"I asked how are you."

"Why are you calling in the middle of the night?"

"... I'm... Not? Marc it's 11 PM. Are you okay?"

There was an uneasy silence on his end of the line. He hated lying to you.

"Okay. I see. Will you come over please? I can pick you up if you want."

"No, no, I'll... I'll come." Marc knew there was no way to avoid you. You had a sense for people's trouble, especially his. And for some reason you wouldn't let him go. After some long years of friendship, he still struggled to understand why you care.

"Alright then. See you soon?"

Marc cleared his throat. "Yeah. See ya."

You felt as if it was one of those nights, and asked: "Do you promise?"

He gathered every crumb of strength he had left in him, and painfully declared: "Yes. I promise."

The call ended, leaving Marc with the impossible task of moving himself to your house. He felt his breath quickening as he realised just how monumental it seemed at his state. He was panicking. There was nothing he wanted more than for you to magically appear in front of him, help him clean up and carry him with you. To see all his pain, but not see it. Understand him but never think he is as damn pathetic as he felt.

At that point, every movement was a risk. Marc felt as if any little thing could start a chain of events and leave his body on autopilot. He was scared to stand up. He was scared to get his bag, the gun was there. He promised you he'll come. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. He couldn't do it. He'd disassociate. He can't leave Steven here, no. He promised you he'll come.

Marc forced a slow breath in through his teeth. What would you do? What did you tell him to do? Come on, come on, think! He was getting frustrated with his brain, working so slow. Trying to think was like connecting unrelated pieces together. Pieces... YES! That's it! Do things in small pieces, break them down. That's what you told him.

Just one step at the time. He put his feet on the floor. ONE. He cleaned off the sticky remains of his cum from his belly. STEP. He put on his shirt. AT. Shoes. A. Bag. TIME! And he was out of the storage complex and briskly walking towards your apartment in the cold night air.

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You heard a knock on your door and quickly came to open it. You were expecting Marc rather anxiously, you could admit. The kettle was on, and a mug with his favourite tea already stood on the counter waiting for the water to boil.

You opened the door and examined him. He was looking down at his feet, but you could see his nose was a little red from the cold. Why the hell wasn't he wearing a coat?

"Hey," you softly said.

"Hi." He replied with a shaky voice.

"Come in." You extended your hand to him and moved out of the way. He stepped into your flat and was pulled into a hug as soon as you closed the door.

He froze for a second, not totally prepared for the affection thrust his way, but relaxed and wrapped his arms around you. He laid his head on your shoulder and stayed there for a few breaths, then let go.

Marc stood in front of you, uneasy. You gestured to the couch. "The water just boiled, let me get you some tea?" You asked when he sat down.

"Um, uh..."

"Okay. I'm getting the tea."

You brewed two mugs and brought them to the coffee table, along with a box. "I made chocolate chip cookies," you said and opened the lid. Those were Marc's favourites. "Have some."

He was now sitting in front of you, tea in his hand and nibbling on a cookie. A lovely sight, agreeably, but the look on his face still bothered you. He was incredibly tense, as if he might crumble if he breathed too deeply.

There are things in Marc's life that created an almost perpetual hurt. Thrust from trauma to trauma, all that pain has crested and fallen and spiralled down under it's own weight, pulling Marc with it and drowning him. It just never stopped. Life didn't stop. More things happened and more things hurt, he thought he'd seen rock bottom from beneath. There was so little to feel good about, too little light in the darkness. He wasn't even looking up anymore - "how happy can I get" turned to "how much more hurt can I possibly withstand?"

"How much longer can I do this?" he thought. "Is it going to become bearable soon? At any point? Or will it only stop when I stop altogether?"

Marc was terrified of death. Even when he harmed himself, he was meticulous. Careful. He never left scars, always cleaned his wounds. He lied a lot, well enough to fool the army and definitely to fool his dad. Maybe he just didn't care. Maybe he wanted Marc to finish the job himself and leave Wendy "off the hook". Marc would always shudder at the thought. Scared to death of death. Scared and suicidal.

"Marc?" You roused him from his thoughts. "What happened?"

You took the mug from his shaking hands, not wanting it to spill, and set it on the table.

"Talk to me, dear." You leaned to scan his face with your worried eyes.

"Ehh... I don't know where to start." He said quietly, almost ashamed.

You took his hand in yours, as if to strengthen him. "Start from the chronological beginning. What triggered this chain of events?"

"It's, um, it's a long story," he patted your hand and shifted in his seat. "You know what? I'm fine. It's fine. I'm gonna go now, yeah? Feeling great!" He spewed anxiously, but you didn't let go of his hand.

"Sit down, Spector. I'm not done with you."

Marc was wholly taken aback by your stern response. In his shock, he obeyed.

Your eyes softened upon meeting his, and so did your tone.

"I have all the time in the world for you. There is no place I'd rather be, nothing I'd rather do, than sit right here, right now, with you. Tell me."

Marc drew in a shaky breath, exhaled deeper, and spoke.

"You know... For a while, I thought I could put an end to this. If I managed to do this or achieve that... I'd finally be free. My mind would stop... being this way. But it fails, every time. I fail every time. It's all back to ground zero. And I'm just so tired-" his voice cracked and he inhaled sharply.

"I'm so tired of trying. I wish I could just fall asleep and... And not wake up for a long time. A really long time."

You squeezed his hand. "Go on," you told him. "I'm listening." He squeezed your hand back and continued.

"I just wanna be good. It's... It's all I've ever fucking wanted. But nothing I ever do is good enough. I'm running out of ideas, and I wanna be prepared when I run out completely. What do I do then? I wish there was something good I could do. Something I could add to the world. God, I wish it so damn much!" Marc's eyes glistened with tears.

"And... And I'm not even supposed to be here. I'm not supposed to be this way. Marc... 9 year old Marc is the person the world asked for. Nobody asked for me. I'm twisted, I'm a product of circumstances, I'm a parasite who took over an innocent kid's life. I'm not supposed to be here. Not this way." His voice was chocked and cracking, so he took a few deep breaths to steady himself.

"I can think of at least three ways of... ending this. I'm scared. I'm scared that if I'll get up nothing will stop me. I know exactly what I'm gonna do but I don't want to do it! I don't wanna do it!" Marc's tears were flowing freely out of his wide open, terrified eyes. He pulled your hand to his chest, intertwined in his.

"I don't wanna go," he mumbled. "I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go!!!" Marc was openly sobbing now, shaking and swaying back and forth trying to self sooth. You let him rock for a minute, but when his grip on your hand became painful you leaned back on the couch and instructed him to lay on you.

He burrowed his face into the crook of your neck, and you started to run your hands through his hair, scratching gently at his curls.

"It's okay, dear. It's alright. I'm here. You're not going anywhere, I'm not letting you go. It's alright. I've got you. I'm holding you and I'm not leaving. We're okay." Your grip on him never loosened, not even after your shoulder was soaked and Marc had been crying for over an hour. You just held him, stroked his back and his head, planted little kisses on his hairline and never stopped talking. You wouldn't let the silence consume him.

"You're good, Marc. You deserve to live. I love you. I'm here. It's okay. You're safe. Everything will stop hurting eventually, I promise. It'll be okay. I'm here for you. I care, and I'm listening. Yeah, let it all out, I've got you. It's okay. You're good and you're loved and you're worthy. The world will be good and kind and you will be happy. There will come peace and surround you and it'll come from within. I love you."

You continued that way for a long time, him crying and sobbing and weeping and wailing and you - containing. Encompassing. Embracing. You were grateful for the trust he had in you, and for the opportunity to help. You held him until his sobs subsided, his distress dying down, but didn't let go even then.

When his all consuming sorrow had showed itself as only sniffles, when you've been cuddled together so long you'd become one, when you were absolutely certain he wouldn't disintegrate when you looked away, you relaxed your grip on him, and suggested a hot shower. He was too exhausted to argue, so you led him to the bathroom and put out a change of clean clothes for him.

"Stay the night," you asked. "Stay with me."

Marc obliged. He was still scared to be alone. In the shower he eyed your shaving razor as if it was staring at him, asking to be abused. Asking to abuse him. He washed as quickly as he could and practically burst out of the bathroom, towel around his hips and breathing heavy. He heard you faintly humming to yourself from the other room and relaxed, dressed himself and came to meet you.

"Hi." He said, tapping on your shoulder.

"Hey there. How are you feeling?"

"Much better. You were right about the shower."

"Glad to hear that. You must be spent, eh?"

"Yeah, I'm fucking exhausted. You're too, right?"

"Yeah. But I'm alright. I'm happy you're here."

"Thank you." He says shyly. "Do you want to go to sleep? I'll get a sheet for the couch-"

You stopped him. "What couch? No, Marc, I have a bed that we both happen to fit in. I said I'm not leaving you. I mean it. Come sleep with me tonight."

Marc was more grateful than he would ever admit. "Okay, thank you," he said. A few minutes later you were both warm and cozy in your bed, bodies tangled together.

"Thank you," Marc whispered. "I love you."

"I love you too, dear. Forever."

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Tagging some mutuals: @ivystoryweaver @romanarose @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @spider-starry @eyelessfaces

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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Tenderness

pairing: Steven Grant x insecure! gn! reader (no other specifications!)

word count: 1310 words

summary: After taking a trip abroad together with Steven, your hesitation to go to the beach leaves him perplexed.

warnings: swearing, alcohol mention, implied smut, body image.

a/n: requested here by @micheleamidalajedi, I hope you will enjoy the piece :) lowkey this made me cry because i used to have a problem with scars/markings on my body when i was younger so honestly this was very cathartic and i find it so funny this is a req ngl bec is like you read my mind.

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics || banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・ Marc Spector Masterlist

Split, Croatia.

Steven and you had been working together on the museum in London for quite a long time. Yet he only got brave enough to ask you around the end of the spring holidays but some mishaps and a couple of days of you being sick with a bad cold led you to finally go on your first date in the middle of June. It was beautiful, you both had a wonderful time and found out you had shared many things in common. A love for reading, a love for animals (Steven adored your dog!) and you both had very calm natures. You had more in common than you could ever imagine.

The relationship was flourishing, you met always on your days offs and tried your best to coordinate them and together you visited a lot of museums and old buildings and tried every vegan place in London. Lots of walks and small hikes with your beloved dog and tons of movie nights.

This is why when the topic of vacation was coming up, you suggested finding a place to travel to together. Steven hadn’t really traveled much in his life but he was enthusiastic about going with you and as for you, you were an avid traveler in your college years. You decided to travel to Croatia after finding a good room on the internet since it was both a historical city and had beaches close by. Steven really wanted to go swimming. You were hesitant at that aspect but Steven reassured you that you’d have a wonderful time.

Now it was your first night after arriving and you were both still talking and giggling with each other about all the things you saw and all the new people you met. A bottle of wine on the floor, your head in his naked chest as he gestured on about a strange man he met on the plane. In the back of your head though your anxiety was getting the best of you. Even though you had managed to avoid the beach today, you knew that tomorrow he’d insist on going. Your plan was simple. To try and exhaust him so much from going pretty much everywhere and then hope he’d be satisfied with going at night.

It wasn’t like Steven hadn’t seen you naked. But the truth is you knew you weren’t as attractive as you’d be if you had fewer scars and markings all over your body, in places where winter clothes and clothes, in general, could always keep occupied. Where sometimes if you didn’t take your shirt off during sex it wouldn’t mind. You tried to keep your thoughts to yourself but accidentally you visibly flinched when he mentioned how cool it would be to take vacation pictures together in your swimsuits.

“What’s wrong?” He asks as you get up from the floor.

“I got a little dizzy from the wine, I’ll just throw some water on my face.”

“Oh, I’m sorry love, want me to turn the air conditioner on?”

“No, it will be alright. Be right back.”

You jolt towards the bathroom and look at the mirror. You didn’t know how to get out of this. The pictures would surely make everything worse. You knew you were feeling insecure but you were only human.

“You alright, love?” A faint knock is heard on the door and that’s when a small tear falls off your face.

“I’m alright.” You try to shout but there is a broken cry in your voice. He pushes the handle open and watches you, eyes wide trying to decipher what’s wrong.

“You don’t seem alright, love. I am right here for anything you might need. Please talk to me, I want to hear what you want to say. Is not good not to express ourselves.”

You take a deep breath and glance at him, a small pout on your face.

“I’m afraid.”

“Of what, baby?”

“The beach.” You hesitate and take a deep breath. “Well, not the beach itself, the place.”

“You don’t have to swim, we can just hang outside.”

You look at him and press your lips together.

“Tell me what’s the wrong baby and I will try and fix it. “

“I don’t want people to see me.” Your lips tremble, another tear falling from your eye, and Steven comes closer to you holding your arm.

“But why, my love, you’re beautiful.”

“Maybe on the face but people will stare at me.”

“Only because you’re gorgeous. I might have to fight someone off you.”

You chuckle and shake your head.

“You know why.”

“Nobody can stare at you for simply having a couple of-”

But you cut him off frustrated with yourself. “Is not just a couple!”

“I look at you every day and I know how beautiful you look. No one is going to look at you funny. “

You look at him, fire and anger on your face and he only holds your hand softly. You hate this, you hate talking to him like that when you are the one feeling insecure but you can’t help it. You are scared.

“We could go at night. No one would look then.” You whisper. Eyes darting away from him. “We don’t have to draw attention to ourselves and not to mention we could find somewhere off the city, more countryside…”

“Go ahead and put on your swimsuit for me. Right now.”

You look at him, study him, observe him, his expression is still calm, a certain tone of intimate love thick on his tongue.

“Steven!”

“I won’t hear one more negative word coming from your lips, love.”

“But.”

“No buts. Go ahead and put it on for me.”

You relax your shoulders and nod your head. You begin to walk allowing him to follow you as your reach in your bag and take it off. See, he was the one who had gifted it to you, asked your color and your size, and thought it would have been fun for both of you to wear each other preferences, this is why you had to wear it.

“Put it on please.” He pleads again looking at you with loving eyes. You only sigh in response and begin to undress and redress quickly and slowly at the same time. Steven is watching you, adoringly so, and you feel vulnerable yet safe under his eye. You sigh as you wrap your hands around yourself turning to look at yourself in the mirror.

But he stops you, placing his hands on your shoulders, and then after taking one very deep look at you, invisibly asking you to trust him, he presses his lips against your skin. Slowly he starts kissing each and every one of the markings dragging his lips alongside them. Placing love right where you seemingly couldn’t.

“You are absolutely gorgeous.” He mumbles around your skin continuing in his worship journey, small tears have formed now in the corner of your eyes. You never knew how one could love you so much or so deep. You bless your lucky stars and tenderly caress his curly hair smiling.

Slowly he sinks down to his knees dedicated as before looking up at you as he grabs your hands and intertwines your fingers together.

“Do you trust me, love?”

“Completely.”

“Will you come with me?”

“Absolutely.”

He smiles, and he brings his lips to your locked hands and kisses them.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The rest of the night he makes sure just how much he just loves you and admires you and that is completely fine by you. The next day you stick to your plan to exhaust him as much as possible but not exactly how you expected yourself to. But Steven makes sure to show how much he loves every single minute of the day.

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ser-rctslcyer · 2 years

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*knocks on your door* *you open the door*

Ahem um, Hi there friend! *twiddles thumbs awkwardly* I wanted to submit a request, so here it goes… reader’s anxiety is making them feel really badly about themselves and they’re in need of a little reassurance. Queue Marc Spector (maybe a sprinkle of the other boys?)

*bows* thank you lovey, and please take your time; there’s no rush!

Title: Everything and More

Pairing: Moon Knight System x Gender-neutral! Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Request: As stated above!

Warnings: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Anxiety, Self-Doubt, Crying, Hugs

A/N: I know you said a sprinkle of the other boys but the boys are too caring and will be there for you immediately and always <3 hope this is to your liking!

It had crept up on you silently.

The bright and fun days you had been enjoying had been dragged into murky dense fog you struggled to see past. You hated how it hampered the things you enjoyed, how it strung the life out of you leaving you tired all day, and how you second-guessed every little thing you did. It was exhausting feeling bad about yourself and not knowing how to even fix that feeling. So you kept it down as best you could, trying to not disturb your boys and burden them with anything extra.

You barely lasted a week before it all finally hit you.

The night had echoed on quietly for hours, as most of the residents had fallen asleep; including Steven. You were restless, unable to let your mind sit, and soon you found yourself drifting deeper and deeper into your insecurities until your heart couldn’t take it anymore. The tears started flowing before you could stop them, silent cries leaving you as you tried to muffle your noises.

“Cariño?” Jake’s groggy voice drawled from behind you, your sobs growing louder as you wrapped your arms around yourself. You barely registered the bed dipping, Jake shifting himself to sit up a bit before his hand pressed flat to your back.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he whispered, tugging you into his gently into his chest, “I have you,” he assured, arms squeezing you light, stroking gently over your hair. You want to apologize, not wanting to cry your heart out like this but you were too inconsolable to stop. He held you close, softly shushing and reassuring you that it was all okay. Minutes passed, and your sobs slowly died down to sniffles, you began to scoot away.

“You don’t have to move.”

“Are you sure?” you winced at how unsteady your voice sounded.

“Absolutely. Let me hold you, sweetheart.” he smiled tenderly, bumping his nose against yours; your eyes fluttering shut for a moment. You nod, resting your head back against his chest; your eyes closing as tiredness finally washed over you and you drifted off to his heartbeat.

By the time you awoke, there were no longer any arms around you; the blankets tucked around you. You rubbed your eyes, cursing softly at how dry they felt as you kicked your feet off the edge of the bed. A sweet aroma fills your senses, driving you to get up fully and wander through the flat. Faint cursing echoed softly from the kitchen and you caught your boyfriend, already dressed for work, scrambling around the stovetop. You watch as he works, methodically, happily humming and murmuring to himself. You shift quietly, not wanting to disturb his flow but the chair creaks as you pull it out.

“Ah, good morning, love!” he turned, greeting you with his usual bright smile.

“Good morning Steven, what are you doing making breakfast?” you question, only because most of the time he wasn’t awake enough to make himself a decent breakfast.

“I thought I’d make you your favorite pancakes! Though it was meant for you to enjoy in bed,” he chuckled, as he tossed the finished ones onto a plate.

“It’s okay, thank you for making me breakfast,”

“Of course.”

“Also, I hope you don’t mind,” he began, pausing to put more fresh pancakes down on the plate before looking at you, “ I did call in for work for you– Jake told me you had a rough night and we thought you might need a little break away.” he finished explaining, his eyes filled with concerned. You take a moment to digest his words, a small warmth filling your chest at the sweet consideration of your boyfriends.

“No I don’t mind at all,” you smile softly, watching how his worried expression soften and he perked up a bit.

“Great, now it is still pretty hot so be careful,” he warns, setting the plate down in front of you. He hands you a fork right after, watching happily as you took your first bite, and sighed.

“You like?”

“Yeah, you absolutely nailed them,” Steven’s grin widens as you take another bite.

“Great let me finish mine and I can join you,” he hums, pouring the rest of the batter as he gets his own plate ready.

Breakfast went better than you expected, even with the lingering feelings still resting over you. You could tell on it was lingering at the cusps of his lips, at the tip of his tongue; the what’s wrong and how he could help, things you didn’t have answers for. Luckly, he chose not to, talking excitedly about his recent “group of wonders” the museum had gotten. Listening carefully, you nodded and discussed until your eyes caught track of the time.

“Baby.”

“Hm?” he cocked his head to the side.

“You have work in 30.” you state, pointing towards the little clock.

“Oh bollocks, lost track of time,” he scarfed down the last bit of his food before grabbing your plate and his, placing them in the kitchen sink “I’ll clean these later, and you promise to take it easy today, okay?” he states as he fumbles to pick up his bag and his phone.

“I promise. I love you,” you hum, kissing his cheek as he passes by; to which he stops and kisses your own.

“Love you too, laters gators!” he exclaims, waving as he exits the door. Part of you feels a bit better but everything was still off. So you climbed back into the bed, scrolling aimlessly onto your phone till you accidentally drifted back out.

You begin to stir at the sound of the door unlocking, lifting your head up enough to see your boyfriend enter; which is strange because there’s still light out. You stretch a small bit, slowly waking up the rest of your limbs as you turn to check time– it wasn’t even 3 yet.

“Steven,” you called out, rubbing the rest of the sleep from your eyes. Once they adjust, you get a better look at him, watching him set down Steven’s bag and walk toward the edge of the bed.

“Marc, did Steven have a rough day?”

“No, no, he called in for a half day when he realized you were still having a rough time,” he answered, running his fingers through his hair.

“Oh.”

“And I asked to front because I wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh,” you answer again, mentally shaking your head at how aloof you sounded, “um, yeah sure.”

“I mean we don’t have to yet, if you don’t want to,” he waved his hand around candidly, “or if you want to talk to the other two instead,” he trailed off shyly, looking down at his feet.

“No!” you scream, startling the both of you. “Sorry, I just don’t know how good I’ll be at talking; I haven’t really figured out why I’m feeling like this.”

“That’s fine, baby, and I completely understand that,” the bed dips as he sits beside you, staring at you with gentle eyes. His hand inches closer, fingers tracing over the back of your hand as he looks at you for permission; with a nods he takes it, squeezing assuringly.

“It’s been tough… it feels like there’s a cloud over everything I do,” you mumble out.

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I didn’t want to disturb you guys and I hoped it would just burn itself off,” you sigh, tapping gently against his palm.

“I just haven’t been feeling like myself,” you admit finally, your heart pounding in your chest, “like I just don’t think I’m worth all the hassle.” the confession makes everything inside hurt; the words you refused to acknowledge finally set free.

“What hassle?” he asks, so genuine you feel like you’ve said something wrong and you look away. His hand gently settles on your shoulder and when your eyes meet again, his eyebrows softening as.

“I’ve been feeling so underserving of everything— and I don’t know why, just I guess my brain being funky,”

“I understand that, but you know,” he leans in pressing his forehead to yours; noses bumping together, “you are the most deserving person out there right? You’re amazing, sweet, and caring and there’s never been a single thing that’s made us think otherwise. You’re deserving of everything we give you and even more because you’re an absolutely wonderful human being.” he articulates and you can’t stop your eyes from watering. The closeness, his warm breath fanning over your face feels so sincere you almost don’t want to believe it.

“We promise you don’t have to deal with it alone. We’re always gonna be here for you, okay? We love you, we care about you and we want to help you the best we can even if it’s just getting little smiles out of you,” he nuzzles his nose against yours, a small smile breaking out over your lips. You let out a watery chuckle, Marc’s chasing after yours as he pulls you into his chest; kissing the top of your head. The tears fall freely this time, not filled with pain or sadness but with a sense of joy– at ease.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime baby,” he hums, pressing another gentle kiss to the top of your head. You hold onto him dearly, sniffling softly as he rubs over your back; loved and protected.

Happy your boys would always be there for you.

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